Akalak eyes on Akalak eyes. Azeran was ashamed of this brother of his now, his words. Forget they were blood. He didn't know what he was asking, and yes, Koarhal was next to begging to teach his little brother a thing or two, but Azeran wouldn't comply. He stood tall, dropping his guard and shaking his head. "So be it. I will not allow the bloodlust to separate us, even if this means consciously separating myself from you. You can find yourself a new sparring partner, Gural, or perhaps it is Corak I am speaking with. However, I will not be responsible today." Azeran frowned, knowing this time was different. His brother couldn't see what was formulating inside of him. His brother couldn't understand why he was so reluctant this time, but he was. This would be the last time they fought, and already Azeran was walking away. If the relationship be damaged, so be it. It was better than his own sanity and the death of his brother on his hands. His family wouldn't forgive that. Azeran stepped out of the arena without another word or even listening to anything Gural might say. |
oocSorry for the abrupt end. Azeran died so I need to wrap up all threads.