#MY ARMOR. MY ELYTRA. EVERYTHING.
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i jumped to the void thinking my elytra was on
turns out it was not
#i lost everything#EVERYTHING#MY ARMOR. MY ELYTRA. EVERYTHING.#EVEN THE GIFT PICKAXE LEO GAVE ME FUCKING YESTERDAY#I'M NEVER PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME AGAIN#(said the girl who will definetely play this game again)
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Descended on by horde of zombies, killed, flew back with my newly-constructed emergency kit, died AGAIN to my own sword
This is what I get for naming it that, I guess
#i did manage to go back a second time and retrieve everything I dropped!#so that's good#my pickaxes are named alliteration and assonance#my bow is named synecdoche and my axe is metaphor. shovel is cliche#i think my hoes are symbolism and imagery? haven't used those in a while#and then my armor is Introduction Body Paragraph and Conclusion#elytra isnt named due to how the server works w/ those#anyways. dont fucking name your sword dramatic irony if you dont want to fall on it i guess#salem chatter#minecraft screenshots
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best christmas gift ever
Mapicc: Now I have to go grind a full set and get a new elytra. Zam: What are you missing? Here, just take like, this. [throws Mapicc his armor] Mapicc: Oh! Thank you. Yay, thanks dude! Zam: You're welcome. No problem. Mapicc: What the freak. Do you need that to get home? Zam: [overlapping] You need an elytra too? Nah I'm good, don't worry. Mapicc: Nah, that's too much, that's too much. I'll get my own (???) Zam: Nah, I have three backups, I have three backups. Don't worry, I'm good. Mapicc: Bruh. Zam: It's fine. I have four backups actually. Mapicc: I will fly to another one later. Zam: It's okay, you don't have to. I just wanna make everything alright, okay? Mapicc: Okay. I have a present for you too. Zam: What is it? [picks up crossbow] Oh, thanks! Mapicc: While we were moving wardens, Jepex died and dropped that. Zam: Y'know, while we're in the present giving mood, y'know what, here. [throws Mapicc the arrow he failed to kill a naked PrinceZam with] I've been meaning to return that for a while Mapicc: Oh! Wow! Thank you! Zam: [laughing] I've been meaning to return that for a while- No! Don't throw it in the lava! Did you read what it said?! Mapicc: [laughing] Yes, yes. I wasn't gonna throw it in lava. Zam: Yeah. Dear gpd, you scared me. Do you have any idea how like- Mapicc: That's insane. Zam: Damn. Mapicc: Fuck you, bitch! You had an escape route! Zam: [giggling]
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The two sides of season 5.
The absolute vibe difference from looking at Minute’s lore by stitching together all the lore moments together VS taking out ALL the lore is sending me.
And both are immaculate.
Like in the first, you would find Minute, Jumper, and Pentar in the cave, lost, silent, overwhelmed that they just lost the presidency and were betrayed by Leo and Clown.
Minute slides down the wall, buries his head in his hands. He was just a DM away, why didn’t they talk to him. They were so close to peace.
Burnt out, despondent. Weary from weeks of trying to save bases from PrinceZam, from weeks of resisting the urge to kill him. Emotionally drained from realizing there was a new threat on top of Zam; Mapicc and Ro were going to revert spawn to the way it was before they got there.
He had bet the presidency. And lost. Was betrayed by the whole server for some money.
What should he do now?
As they wait in that cave, the sounds of the server turning to hardcore echoes through the dripstone. Screams of frustration at the idiocy of Ro as Bacon is annihilated by an arrow cannon. Planet’s cry cut short as Zam’s sword stabs through his back.
They’re lost. Broken.
And then Zam’s sing-song voice comes to their ears. What are you going to do now, Minute? I just killed Planet, Minute? Do you care? Do you even care?
What if I blew up the Vitalasy hole, Minute? Would you stop me?
The Vitalasy hole. Threatened over and over. Not this time. If Zam wanted to die, he could die.
The team exchanges a look, nodding. They equip their elytras and fly over.
Zam is jumping up and down waving his hands. Insane grin spread wide. His arms thrown out in welcome as the team plummets from the sky like rocks, landing in full gear.
Zam says something stupid. Who cares what this cretin is saying. He’s the reason for everything bad that’s happened to them. “Let’s just cut to the chase”, Minute splashes the potions and in seconds the thorn in his side lies dead at his feet.
Mapicc and wemmbu destroy the Vitalasy hole. They would be next.
They plot the perfect ambush and in two swift strokes, both enemies are gone. The bloodlust keeps growing, it feels good, going back to his PMC roots. Just neutralize the threat in front of him. He never needed Clown to do the PMC’s good work.
Rumors fly that his enemies are possessing other server members’ bodies. It doesn’t matter. He could take them down again just as easily as before.
He takes a fight, and Clownpierce joins. He’s better than Clown. They have the gear advantage.
But he slipped up. And all it takes is one slip up. He thought he knew what true bloodlust was. He thought he knew what cold, calculated indifference was.
But Clown was far more relentless. Far more ruthless, targeting Minute and ignoring his teammates.
Before he even knew what was happening, he was out of gear. On the run. Scrabbling over rock and river in a desperate attempt to flee.
Maybe this is how Zam felt when he was dying.
In one final attempt to swim away, he felt the cold steel of Clown’s sword pierce his armor and break it, plunging into his heart. It was all over.
And then the other option is like:
(Every time I read this back I get the singsong “happy happy haPPY!” meme song stuck in my head. A silly goofy jingle. Or Zam doing the “I like purple, and I like green, but my favorite color, do you know my favorite color? My favorite color yellow!”. It makes me giggle so much. It’s so unserious.)
Minute is betrayed and it really freaking hurts. But time wins all wars, they would come up with the perfect attack eventually.
Completely unworried, they realize their names spell out Peanut Butter And Jelly! They’re the best part of a balanced breakfast!
They show up at spawn to see what the almighty and powerful wemmbu /neg has to say for himself. It’s a whole lot of nothing.
As they laugh together and leave for the carnival, Bacon just explodes, pops like a grape. It’s the funniest shit ever. They were going to win this war easy peasy. No worries.
They pose for a screenie to commemorate the new team name. Planet dies to Zam. Oh no! Anyway.
Zam gets into call and it’s the perfect moment to mention that they’re the best part of a balanced breakfast! But this kid, man, he just wants to YAP. Yawn!
He starts threatening the Vitalasy hole or something. He’s done this so many times I literally could not care less. But he seems to be over there so I guess we’ll check it out.
Laughing like drunken frat boys, high on their friendship, they fly over, and this ant is just standing at the top.
Let’s just wipe the grin off his face and screw this popsicle stand.
He drops. Really easily? Was that really his whole plan? If this is him winning, I hope he never stops winning.
That was weird. Well. Anyways!
There’s this thing added where the dead can grant blessings and curses. That insane person, Zam, blesses Minute because of something called “made sense for my character”? Whatever that means.
But man, Pentar got cursed twice and now he’s actually chubby. It’s like, kind of funny. But we have to fix him.
Rek and Terry would die for them so Pentar can run. Quick fix. Everything is fair again.
They move their base and prepare the Secret Plan™. The power of friendship was going to win this war. Together, they are an unstoppable force. Peace and justice would rule this land once and for all!
Jumper lures Mapicc over with some lie, Minute looks down the barrel of the arrow gun and giggles as he lines up the shot. It’s too easy. Jumper is safe on the camel and he pulls the trigger. Mappic pops like a grape, it’s a great sight to see. Enemy #2 is gone!
Maybe they could end this war today. Ash messages wemmbu, and wemmbu gets on. Omg the plan can happen today! They were going to win this war.
Wemmbu bans LifestealLord and it’s like, kind of concerning, but they have an ambush. With Ash’s signal they descend upon the president and kill him, it’s pitifully easy. Can you imagine his face when he saw his heart start dropping for the first time in weeks? Hilarious.
Are we the bad guys? No. no.
Well, we may not loooook that peaceful right now, but you just gotta trust the process.
Minute feels the first little doubt that they are as good as they think they are, he accepts the possibility. But like. They’re about to get the presidency back and unban everyone who was killed. The end result will fix everything. And everyone would be friends because who doesn’t love the power of friendship??
Ash, Jumper and Pentar EXPLODE in front of Minute.
But that’s just not fair™. Kill us unceremoniously? We are not taking that.
They get brought back and there’s a slight issue. Their enemies start possessing bodies. But it’s nothing too important because they have a base to decorate!
And then their enemies stop playing fair. Why won’t they come to the AntiTrap Box™? Just come and sit down in front of us Oh My Gawd. We aren’t going to kill you, this is a friendly meeting because we are a little concerned that you might think you can win, but friendship is going to win.
Fine. Observe from a distance.
We want a revive beacon of life. We can fight all week, and if any of you HAPPEN to last until Saturday we can do a big battle and then last team standing wins. Sound good?
What do you mean no? You want it to just play out? This is a human story? But I want to win. Somebody has to win.
The friendship gets strained as the tension grows. Their enemies still are a team of 4 despite the fact that they banned 3 people. They’re out numbered without Ash.
Over the next few days they get a little more paranoid. They know Clown has been logging on all day every day. They suspect a trap in their base, but they have to check it out together, so that none of them die. And preferably when nobody else is online so they’ll be safe.
But then they get goaded into a fight. But it was going to be fine. 15 stacks of xp each and secret netherite armor. They easily outmatched anyone who would come at them.
At some point they had to fight, mighteswell be tonight. Mapicc is using harming arrows, the silly goober.
Then Clown joins. And he’s also using harming. Maybe they missed something.
Ro and Clown target Minute and Mapicc has a knock back sword that is really starting to get annoying.
Things are not looking good.
And the power of friendship is not strong enough in the face of an evil murderous clown. Minute dies, Pentar dies.
Jumper survives and rallies the And JellyS. One final stand to ban everyone. Because if nobody is alive, Lifesteal will be at peace.
They fail.
It’s sad.
Oh Well! Let’s go back to the carnival!!!
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The second one also reads like a horror movie where it’s super happy but then every once in a while the screen goes blurry and the character starts breathing heavy when they realize maybe killing people should affect me, and then brightens up and the happy music starts playing again and it’s like the most unnerving shit ever. And then they all die brutally at the end.
But reading them back and remembering how both were actually happening at the same time is just so funny to me.
Maybe pb&j was a fun plot? nah. Unless?
Also, I feel like it could be easy to read the second option as me being mean to pb&j and like /neg-ing their comments, but those out of pocket things makes this interpretation so much better, without it, it’s not nearly as absurd. And it genuinely brings me so much joy. Lifesteal used to not have any lore, and laughter at the other team and petulance at the things that go wrong for your team are time honored traditions. You can see Mapicc and Ro and Zam and Bacon and so many others doing it in earlier seasons. It comes out of them because it’s literally Minecraft and that always lends a certain level of absurdity at all times. Part of the charm.
Also, I feel like if you missed Jumper’s pov of Minute’s and Pentar’s death you miss a lot of the character moments in either interpretation. She put it in her discord.
#because of something called “made sense for my character”? Whatever that means.#lifesteal smp#princezam#minutetech#jumperwho#lifesteal season 5#gnome rambles
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Charts relating to my WOF rewrite that I’ve been chipping away at in my brain! More details below <3
I have 1001 gripes with Pantala and arc 3, which. I know, not an original thought, but still. And I’m getting this out of the way immediately:
there is no dragon slavery in my rewrite.
I am in no position to tackle such a topic and in my opinion, neither was Tui, which may be a bit mean. I think she did a great job creating a series that so many people love but the dragon slavery is not needed and it is handled sloppily at best and very, very inappropriately at worst. I am not willing to fumble my way through a topic that is so heavy and that I do not fully understand the ramifications of and cannot ever fully understand the ramifications of. I don’t know how to write dragons dealing with being enslaved and having to figure out how to dismantle the entire social structure that did this to them and no, I don’t think saying it was a few bad dragons with some evil plant is a good enough answer for all of it. So it is being cut from my rewrite and the focus of Arc 3 (so far, always subject to change) will be just the Othermind.
But those points aside, let’s get into my Pantala thoughts!
Pantala always felt so empty to me compared to Pyrrhia, it just feels undercooked. It’s a continent of the same size but it feels like we see none of it, none of the landmarks other than the jungle, the hives, and the pit where the Othermind is feel memorable. Partially I think Pantala just was underdeveloped- the first book of arc three and the last book of arc two came out within a year of each other, it wasn’t given enough time to work itself out it seems. Another reason I think it feels so empty is because there are only three dragon tribes on it- while again, Pyrrhia is the same size and is hosting seven different tribes. Having three tribes is limiting, especially when two are living in the same environment together and the other is pushed to the furthest corner of the continent away from everything else. All action then either has to occur in the jungle or in the savanna as those are the only population centers anywhere, that’s pretty limiting- so limiting that one of the books took place BACK ON PYRRHIA because there seemed to be just so little to do on Pantala. Working out things like towns, important landmarks, etc is something I’m working on but expanding the tribe list will help me do so.
NOTE: WITH ALL THE FANTRIBES IM SURE THESE NAMES HAVE BEEN USED BEFORE AND ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE
Pantalan Tribes:
SilkWings- Colorful, four winged dragons that live in the mountainous forests on the ‘wing’ of Pantala. They can produce silk from their wrists. They undergo metamorphosis to get their wings at 7 years old
Queen: Monarch
HiveWings- Four winged dragons that do not undergo metamorphosis. They are often yellow, orange, red, or black. They have stingers on their tails and in their wrists. They live in the savannas of Pantala
Queen: Wasp
LeafWings- Two-winged dragons that live in the jungle on the head of Pantala. They come in greens and browns and are known for their Leafspeak. They are also mildly poisonous and can produce a foul-smelling mucus from their mouths.
Queen: Sequoia/ Belladonna
BeelteWings- Two-winged dragons, easily mistaken for four-winged due to their Elytra. These colorful dragons live on the 2nd wing of Pantala and are known for their strong, armored scales. They can produce a hot, acidic liquid from their tails if threatened, but this is very taxing on them.
Queen: Scarab
DamselWings- four-winged dragons, live on the tail and the tips of the claws of Pantala. These dragons come in blues, greens, purples, and pinks. They are incredibly fast, fastest of all Pantalan tribes, they have no natural defenses beyond their speed.
Queen: Meadowhawk
WebWings- no-winged dragons that live in the massive tunnels beneath Pantala. These dragons traded their flight ability for stronger silk and sturdier bodies. They come in blacks, grays, and browns. They have a venomous bite.
Queen: Widow
The tribe name for BeetleWings is also subject to change as I’m not huge on it but we’ll see.
Right now in my mind- The main conflict, prior to the discovery of the Othermind, is the HiveWing's constant grab for power. They've chased the other tribes to the edges of Pantala/ down into their tunnels through violence and shady territory deals. This issue was started by Wasp's grandmother and has persisted into the modern age. The other tribes are beginning to feel the pressures of being so condensed, their resources beginning to dwindle. Truthfully I don't have much yet. I think developing Pantala, it's tribes, and whether I'm going to take away/add tribes has to come first and all that <33
#artists on tumblr#pantala#wof#wings of fire#sharkie's wof rewrite#wof arc 3#leafwing#silkwing#hivewing#beetlewing#wof fantribe#damselwing#webwing#Wof rewrite map#wof rewrite#Wof rewrite pantala
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MCSR D&D
yo, I'm Feinberg
Armorer Artificer 10 / Champion Fighter 5 (Superior Technique Fighting Style)
Second character sheet for my MCSRD&D stuff! I ended up going with mainly artificer for Fein cause they're extremely versatile and are always able to take in their surroundings, think quickly, and use seemingly mundane objects to succeed in whatever they're doing. I also took a dip into fighter cause I knew I didn't want him to have minimal martial ability.
More under the cut :) Couri and Fulham will be next!
I fully didn't plan on him having proficiency in animal handling but it's surprisingly fitting considering all the animal related achievements in AA. Also again I won't be including every class feature but if people are curious I can absolutely elaborate on stuff.
I legit just renamed the javelin of lightning into a trident cause it seemed so perfect
and then this feature is a large part of why I chose the armorer subclass
I really tried to go for spells that have equivalent effects in minecraft (most share similar names but longstrider=speed and pyrotechnics/fly=elytra). I also wanted all these characters to be potentially usable in a campaign so I didn't go for purely gimmick spells.
I gave him a bag of holding to act kinda like a shulker box and then I hope everything in the box is fairly obviously related. (fun fact pearls only stack in units of 10 on d&dbeyond so thats why theres a stack of 10 and a stack of 6 rather than just 16). It's not shown here but he also has a bucket of water and a rowboat (fruit had a bucket of lava too)
this is legit just enchanting, another reason why I went for artificer
#how are we feeling about the characters so far#i put a LOT of thought into this one#i was spoiled with not having to pick spells for fruit that adds a whole nother layer of complexity#but i'm happy with this and i hope yall have some interest in my fixations lmao#im thinking im gonna do wizard for couri and some type of bard multiclass for fulham? if anyone has suggestions lmk#feinberg#mcsr#mcsrd&d#hbg
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Red Blood and Blue Rivers (Jason Todd/Jaime Reyes) crossposted on ao3
The ao3 vers
Summary: Blue Beetle crash lands in Gotham, Red Hood is the one to find him.
Jaime screamed as he lost control of his flight, Khaji Da rattling off alert after alert while he tried desperately to get back onto solid ground. He twisted in the air and attempted to grab onto a water tower, the metal denting as he barely missed getting a grip on it.
Khaji Da suddenly took control of his body, the sting of the wind against him dulled.
"What the actual fuck Khaji!" He yelled, startled. "Bájame! Bájame, God-damn-it!" Jaime couldn't even thrash, Khaji going overboard in protective protocols.
Jaime, we are drawing near a suitable landing point. It is in Gotham City, New Jersey. Is that satisfactory?
"Sure! Whatever! Just please put me down?!" He clenched his eyes shut and distantly felt his body crash into grass.
He was unnaturally tensed up until Khaji released him. It was only then that he fully sagged, breathing heavily. His suit was suffocating around him.
Jaime, The Red Hood is approaching. Shall we utilize attack measures?
No. No fighting.
Jaime Reyes–
Let. Him. He could already hear the mulch.
Jaime opened his eyes when the crunch of mulch turned into boots on grass. Red Hood's emotionless helmet tilted down at him.
"The fuck you're doing here, Bug Boy?" His voice changer made the words sound rough.
Jaime laughed it off, the Blue Beetle face shield making it seem as if it was a disembodied voice much like Hood. His suit was still stiff, only a slight give when breathing.
"Powers are out of whack, give me a sec." He made to get up on his own but wobbled, making an absolute fool of himself.
Hood grabbed his hand and pulled him up, pins and needles echoing throughout Jaime's body. He still wasn't stable and his head banged against Red Hood's shoulder, causing him to groan helplessly.
"I am so sorry. I don't have full control of my body back yet." Jaime explained, flexing his hands until the pins and needles left. Hood held him up by his upper arms.
"Just tell me when I should drop you." Hood's monotone voice ordered.
When he got his body back under his control and Khaji let the suit become flexible again, he stepped back with a quick mutter.
"Thanks." Jaime breathed.
Hood tilted his head.
"What the hell happened?"
He shrugged, heeding the warning burst of panic that Khaji sent through his brain. Hood didn't need to know shit.
"Like I said, powers on the fritz." Jaime took another step back and tested out his elytra again.
The muscles attached to them obeyed and let him hover, though due to the amount of energy lost, he couldn't keep it up for long.
Hood, clearly thinking that he was running away, grabbed his wrist and forced him down. Jaime stumbled back into Red Hood's arms, stammering.
Allow me to maim The Red Hood.
It took everything in him to keep Khaji from materializing a weapon and impaling the guy who was the one thing between him and eating dirt.
Absolutely not.
Hood was a hard man of armor and muscle. His arms supported Jaime and his gloved hands were on his hips.
"You are literally shaking." Hood stated. "You are not going to wherever-the-fuck Texas when you probably can't make it two blocks."
Khaji confirmed it.
Jaime chuckled, slightly bitter and knowing he was getting defensive.
"What? Like you care?"
Hood shook his head, his fingers digging into the Blue Beetle suit's upper arms as he started walking. Jaime was forced to follow.
"Fuck off, you impressed the big Bat because you had no perceived casualties in your first major fight. I'm doing my duty." He defended, sharply turning them onto a street.
Jaime winced.
The crucifixes under the suit said different, the extra one hanging down further than his own that felt cold against his chest said different.
It had been a few months and yet the loss stung so severely it was as if it had happened only hours before.
"One. One casualty." He corrected absently, rubbing a hand at his chest. "I had to bury him."
Jaime tried falling into step with Hood but kept falling behind.
Hood seemed to let out a sympathetic hum, but it turned into a garbled mess so he didn't know for sure.
"Sucks, first casualty always hits the hardest." Before he knew it, they were going up the steps of an apartment building. Hood led them into an unit and locked the door behind them. "Want to talk about it?" He seemed to go softer at those words, but it might have been his imagination.
Jaime bit his cheek.
Given that it was Papi, hell no.
"I would rather not." He admitted, ignoring how antsy Khaji became. It was as if it was pacing around and gnawing at the bars of an enclosure.
Even just saying what he'd said so far soothed him slightly, but he didn't want to prove the telehealth therapist right.
"Anyways, I really do need to get going. I can find my own way." He shrugged off Hood's hands and stood on his own, taking a step or two back to create space.
Hood just rocked back onto his heels, casual as anything.
"Suit yourself."
Suspicion crept in and he stepped towards the door. Five steps in and he couldn't go further without falling.
"Coño." He grumbled. "I shouldn't need you to play caretaker for me."
Hood picked him up and plopped him onto the couch, Jaime plus whatever Khaji weighed not seeming to effect him. The headiness of the effortless show of strength caused him to swallow around a dry throat. He sat up on the couch.
"Well, I am." Hood took off his helmet to reveal a domino mask and a handsome face. Was that white streak in his bangs dyed? "I'll get us something to drink, I'm parched and you might be too." His actual voice was scratchy with cigarettes, though young, like him.
He examined Hood's scarred lips and cheeks, shifting a bit so he could watch as he walked to the kitchen.
Jaime, you are showing signs of what you humans call "infatuation." I recommend "shooting your shot."
It took everything in him to not react to its words.
What happened to wanting to kill the broader guy where he stood?
The Red Hood is showing signs connected to a trait you would call being trustworthy. I am monitoring nonetheless.
Cool.
Cool, cool, cool...
Was he really planning on flirting with the crime lord?
He could practically hear Milagro laugh at him for being a disaster bi.
Jaime couldn't even lie to himself and say that it was tactical flirting, there was no rhyme or reason to it.
Hood came back and handed him water while sipping from a beer can. Jaime debated for all of two seconds before letting the mask pull down to his neck. He sipped at his water.
There was a certain risk to it. In trusting someone he just met with his face.
"Thank you, Hood."
Hood studied his face before a smirk tugged at his lips and at that scar on his cupid's bow before it disappeared behind the can again.
Jaime's heart practically stopped at his next words.
"No problem, Pretty Boy."
He pushed his hair back from his face, running a hand through it just so he had something to focus on in order to not get all flustered.
"You're not that bad to look at yourself, Hermoso." Jaime shot back, winking.
Hood chuckled, sitting next to him. His gloves were still on, Khaji noted for him.
"Would've thought you'd be more southern sounding, given Texas and all." Red Hood stated, an amused smile to his lips.
Jaime waved his own covered hand.
"I know how to control it. Spanish sounds plain weird with a Texan accent so I just don't use the accent all that much. I mean, I don't really get the accent since I'm not that far south but I do know when to use it." He moved his tongue in his mouth to get the proper placement for it. "Si estuviera hablando así todo el día, mi familia tendría mi cabeza en una pica!" Jaime laughed at how he sounded. It was like he was some kid who was learning Spanish in classes, slow and not as quick as he was used to because of the southern drawl.
Hood laughed with him, knocking their shoulders together.
"You're right. Though, no creo que tu familia pueda derribarte como yo podría hacerlo."
Jaime flushed, his cheeks going hot.
"Is that a challenge I hear?" Had all of the boldness he could muster.
Hood tilted Jaime's chin up, looking down at him. His mouth twisted into something more appraising.
"Maybe. Do you want a beat down?"