Hideaway Strath a catastrophe of ingredients

it's alright! ♥ also oops.

His attack misses! Or it connects but it is only a partial (perhaps even a sliver of an) attack and his teeth just scrapes against Jhala’s flesh. Roarke lets out a low noise of discontent as he attempts to regroup as she kicks out — not unlike an equestrian would — and spins to face him once more in a playful bow. He seeks to charge her again only to pause as a dark streak darting out from rustling bushes catches his eye. Mallaidh had found him — or perhaps followed, he isn’t very sure — and is not rushing to come to his aid. As his sister steals Jhala’s attention and focus Roarke sees the woman is open for attack but he is suddenly crestfallen. Because Molly has found him, for one, and because he now thinks that Jhala will forever think him as weak because he has to have his sister fight his battles for him. Roarke sort of …deflates and his shoulders slump as his ears slick back to rest against his skull. The fire of fight is stolen from him and in it’s empty wake leaves Roarke with a miasma of emotions that he struggles to process: jealousy, annoyance, and a smart that he will, in time, learn is a bruised ego despite that these thoughts (of Jhala presuming him weak and thinking he cannot spar with her on his own namely) are of his own creation and until proven otherwise remain his own assumptions. He turns his back to them with an audible huff and attempts to slink away and lick his proverbial wounds and pout like the petulant child that he is.