Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

i'm so sorry for the wait on this.

his hit was a success but she rolls away before he can land another attack upon her. he gathers himself with a haughty roll of his shoulders — a little bit showing off; but unlike his younger self wintersbane knows his worth as a man and as a soturi and does not necessarily feel that same restless drive to continuously prove himself. hire me? he repeats with a low albeit jovial chuckle. he was flattered, truly, and it shows in the sly way in which he regards her. there is a curl of the tundrian's lips, a coy and devilish thing that hinders on the barest edge of dangerous and playful. i don't come cheap. spoken in an airy tone that on the surface sounds light but beneath comes in with a heaviness that suggests that it isn't all said in lightheartedness.

everything in life was a deal. the terms of what was being traded just happened to differ from situation to situation. wintersbane's tutorage did not come for free, especially if she wasn't joking. in this, wintersbane holds a very arturo-esque view of things. there was always an eye for an eye in his mind; and information demanded the highest payment — though this view also falls in line with his mobster father's way of thinking it was primarily conceived by wintersbane's time as a snitch for the dark brotherhood.

he dodges out of the way of her snapping teeth aimed at his neck and then further out of way of her next aim at his hind legs. his eyes rove her body looking for an opening and once he thinks he's found it he lunges towards her with the intent to barrel into her and hopefully use the moment of collision to an advantage and get her onto the ground once more.