Blackfeather Woods Have you heard of the midnight killer?

Mikasi didn't seem to notice his somewhat nervous posture until Nemesis pointed it out. He shook his head to break from his thought. "What?", he asked. "No! What makes 'ya think that?" He averted his eyes to someplace in the distance, not wanting to make awkward eye contact.

 He listened onto the conversation more, hearing they were to kill anything no hesitation. On one hand that was fine by him. Besides, he was in fact born upon war. Raised to fight in battles. But to take lives of the innocent future of their kind was alot to ask from him.


 He turned back towards the too, sitting up and shaking off the dust. "Well, sweet-, I mean Nemesis. I'd like to know how many lives you have taken since you arrived here," he chuffed. "Lot's I reckon?