#( TRULY..... KIND OF UNFAIR FOr everyone else tbh addggf d)

[adversaryss]

@vishapsking ( cont. )

Tartaglia hardly needs an excuse to seek battle. Conflict and chaos revolve around him like an unseen storm, the eye of which he resides in only briefly before plunging himself back into the whirlwinds. He doesn't need to know the reason behind the bloodshed he'd joined in spilling. All he'd seen were impossible odds, one man against an army, and thought-

That looks like fun.

And it was, so very much. The Harbinger is a one man army in his own right; he doesn't often get to fight alongside a capable partner. Of course, that's usually because when he sees someone who could be an equal, he wants to fight them as well, regardless of the consequences.

Now is no exception.

"Hm~ Maybe, but these guys didn't seem very tough. I doubt their allies will be of a much higher caliber." Tartaglia does not sheathe his sullied blades, just keeps idly spinning them back and forth like toys, bouncing on his heels in the same manner as a hyperactive child. The narrow, dull eyes fixed on the other are anything but, though.

"Not like you... You could have taken care of this all by yourself, right?"