COURTESY CALL | CAPTURE THE FLAG / RAID

"Of course you can burn things," Cain remarked with that shark-like grin, his steady stare sliding over the gathering Griffingaters with sharp, analytical flickers. He knew damned well how they operated, how they fought -- he hadn't wasted his time as a boy, training with their soldiers, and beyond that? He'd fought these assholes for long enough during the rebellion. Cain knew their tactics like the back of his hand, and his mouth ticked upwards in amusement as he felt Thomas settling into position. It would interesting to see his little prince fight against the royal bastards, and he drawled, "Nothing is off limits to you, Tommy boy."

Ah -- there was what he was waiting for. Freddie's ego was too big to simply ignore them, even if the man was unlikely to actually participate in the bulk of the fighting himself. Kings may be cowardly, but their pride was always something that Cain could count on. "Hey, Freddie," he said, voice smooth and even as he smiled lopsidedly, though there was a cold edge to it as he continued, "Nice of you to show your face. Get bored of letting your lackeys die on the front lines for you?"

His sea-green stare slid over the royal who appeared moments later, a brief analysis, before it was back on the Crown. The lightning crackled excitedly in the air around him as he grinned, his pulse beating stronger, and said, "Oh, come now. Don't you think enslaving your own people might make you more a traitor than me?" He waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing off the question, and added, "Never the less, we're not really here to chit-chat with you, anyway." Cain jerked his head with another grin, giving his people the go ahead with relish.

Oh, yeah. He could go for some chaotic energy just then. He raised both arms in a welcoming gesture to Frederick, that coy smile still in place. Even as the Blackfallen fell forward to wreck havoc, it seemed clear Cain was waiting for the King.

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