12/22/2011 12:09 PM“You really should listen more instead of act like the rogue over here, blustering only gets you so far in life…” Malak’s voice was quiet, deadly and sarcastic; he was trying to goad those two into attacking him, just to see what would happen.
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The warrior grins at his words; the whole time she's been sizing him up and peering into the very depths of his perceived consciousness through clouds of acrid smoke billowing from her nostrils and lit cigarette. Did he seriously think she was that dumb? Unlike the rogue she was fond of chiding, Lowmaine's been on enough battlefields to smell traps miles away merely by intuition alone, and this one smelled real textbook to her. Oh, this would
be fun indeed. The dull pounding in coming from the shoulder of her shield-arm was fading, and all throughout her head the haze of battle lust was beginning to creep in. The gyreworms hadn't agitated it. The gyreworms were child's play
to a warrior like her; fit for a diversion at best and a disappointing climax at worst like so many one-night stands in bars across Azeroth, or skirmishes with the enemy that ended before the going got good.
But here, she found what may or may not be something worth
going all-out against.
She idly starts playing with Clicker's "leg," dismantling it and re-attaching and re-wiring her gauntlet with her free hand, making the device better, stronger and amplified...all without the proper safety precautions she had set up so precariously years before. She was through caring about how "safe" the device was; to her it was a weapon, much like her own body. It was an extension of her will and of her prowess; not to say she was dependent on the piece of technology, but the warrior knew above all, every advantage in battle could allow you to see another sunrise...even if it put you in harm's way to do so. Mathematics dances in her head and wires become melded into the circuitry they once called home. Soon, the Tazik Shocker is done, and it's a half-more powerful thanks to her idle tweaking, as well as containing a nifty little function she's wanted to add to it for some time...
She hears the Commander's order to move out and removes a healing injector from her belt and stabs it directly into her shield-arm's shoulder, feeling the liquid immediately set to work repairing the damage to her bones. She was going to need to be tip-top from here on; tip top and professional...just like she always was. But she was going to have some fun before she went professional, at least for now.
She brushes by the offending worgen warrior, ignoring the other worgen Death Knight completely, and mutters lowly so only the two of them can hear, "That's a real nice suit of armor ya got there, pup...nice runes on 'em shoulders."
She claps her metal-covered hand on one of his shoulderguards and slowly and surely, pats it gently. All the while a small whining noise can be heard emanating from her Shocker. All the while a sick, sick grin lives on her face. "Color me..." her voice deepens to the point of being nearly a whisper. "Interested.
If Commander says you're golden for now, then you're as good as a sack o' coin to me. Step outta line..." the whining intensifies slightly. "And I might just see how burnt dog hair smells.
The whining noise ceases and the gauntlet is removed from his shoulderguard. She shoulders fully past him and murmurs, all while still grinning "Seeya around pup.