"Oh, your Lady, huh? Interesting."
He said thus, but in a way that indicated it was a little more than 'interesting'. More like 'ironic' or 'amusing' or somrthing like that, though the first part was because...
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They stood in his realm, black magus to armored swordswoman. When they had first known each other, he was a cat and she was a little girl. Now, look at them... He was Garlock The Destroyer. And she, Rena Goldswith, was a warrior clad in mythril armor with a bigass sword on her back. Up until this point, she had assumed that he had killed her uncle and - for some reason - taken the name of his familiar as his stage name. Now, she knew that he WAS the cat and that he had taken revenge for the death of her uncle. Even still, they were still on somewhat opposite sides...
"Why do you kill and destroy, Garlock? Putting aside who the hell a CAT achieves that, why do you do it?!"
"The answer is simple, Rena. Zan was killed in a drunken fight between wizards, the pointless waste of a man who gave me everything. What are people like when they MEAN to cause harm?"
"Don't I know it. It seems like people like that are born every second. People like that went after my mom and dad, because they couldn't stand a human and an elf starting a family together..."
That gave him pause for a second.
"Then, that's why you're in the armor?"
She nodded.
"Over such a stupid thing as who to love and spend your life with. My parents killed them all, but...they didn't survive. So, I have to live for them and be better than this. You should too, Garlock."
"I'm not doing this out of simply fear or anger, Rena. These people need to be taught a LESSON..."
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The magus had managed just a small sardonic chuckle.
"So, she set you a task which requires either the death of your - I'm assuming - highly-formidable brother...or the massacre of the many."
The redness of his eyes appeared to deepen.
"Your sole task, for you have admitted that afterwards...you'll have nothing. Tell me something then, Sir Dragon. If that's the case..."
And then, there was sound like teeth gnashing together at the formation of a very large grin.
"...why'd you even get started?"