Nova Peak vom kopf entfernen

Takiyok spoke reason. She was as angry as he was, and for a moment, Mahler seemed even to listen and hear her. He was not willing to hear what he had to say. The second time that Mahler had ever heard him speak, he turned on him, snarling, telling him openly that he thought him worthless.
Mahler was a fighter. Taikon knew that the decision had to be made quickly on what to do. For a moment, he stiffened, his own lips curling into a brutal snarl in defence. He knew that Mahler was wrong. He knew that Takiyok would stay for her son, and he knew that what he had said was not a mistake. He would not grovel or apologize for clear, sensible actions.
Taikon met the eyes of his lea— his enemy. They were cruel despite a colour that reminded him of flowers. Lips rolling back down, he backed up, glancing at Takiyok. A fight would be pointless. The result would be the same. There would be no winning, just as there would be no winning a war with the cliff-side wolves. I pity you. The words slipped out without fear. He backed up further, staying defensive in case such words would inspire violence from this loser of a man.