08-20-2018, 01:05 AM
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Quiet pawsteps announce the arrival of another, soon followed by the robotic voice of Esklav. Cold green eyes flicker over regard the warpriest with an expression that can only be described as sarcastic. "You are wrong, sire," replies the young puma. "There is a need. It's called: 'I want to.'" Should she watch her tongue in front of her superior? Probably, but as far as Melantha is concerned, she keeps Esklav from dying wherever they go. Given the nigh unanimous hatred of the Pitt, the strong arm has privately handled many a would-be assassin. It is worth noting that she actually possesses no ill feelings towards the warpriests beyond her natural apprehension towards males. Then Dante starts yammering stuff that Mel suspects is supposed to offend her or something. It's the desired reaction, and she is careful to keep her expression neutral. "I am not crying, I am criticizing," she says bluntly. Ah yes, the honesty of a teenager. It is best to not be fooled by her usual silence. Melantha is just waiting for the proper moment to be a rotten pain in the ass.