[The wing discarded, he stares down at her prone, unconscious form. Her scream...does little to affect him in any meaningful way. Instead he just feels this weird sense of disappointment and dissatisfaction. What he wanted was a good fight, and although things had started interesting enough, in the end it he's left desiring more.
Now, he could just finish her off, and were this a normal opponent on the field he would do so without hesitation. In fact his sword hovers over as if to deliver the finishing blow. Yet for some reasons her words echo through his mind, this pleading eyes almost haunting him, and his hand hesitates.
He's not acting like he did before? Something was wrong with him? ...What would she know, they barely knew each other. He's a daemon—a war daemon. Fighting and killing was in his blood even before he became one, and he's done far worse since.
Yet somehow those words grate at him and in the end he just clicks his tongue and steps away.]
...Not worth my time.
[He could be looking—hunting—for stronger foes instead of dawdling around here.]
C R Y I N G
Now, he could just finish her off, and were this a normal opponent on the field he would do so without hesitation. In fact his sword hovers over as if to deliver the finishing blow. Yet for some reasons her words echo through his mind, this pleading eyes almost haunting him, and his hand hesitates.
He's not acting like he did before? Something was wrong with him? ...What would she know, they barely knew each other. He's a daemon—a war daemon. Fighting and killing was in his blood even before he became one, and he's done far worse since.
Yet somehow those words grate at him and in the end he just clicks his tongue and steps away.]
...Not worth my time.
[He could be looking—hunting—for stronger foes instead of dawdling around here.]