"Wasssn't that ssomething, Mamuro? SSomeday you'll be as powerful as I," he commented, ignoring his own ineptitude in combat. He and Morgan were both able to leer at Mamuro and mock him. Gods it was perfect. Until she commented on both of their lack of . . . manliness.
Zharus' pride was a fragile thing indeed.
The grin left his lips, the fervor with which he assaulted Mamuro's loss fading from existence. The she-snake had all but deflated his spirit. It wasn't the first time she'd toyed with his emotions, lifting him up high only to send him crashing back to reality. It wouldn't be the last.
Silently did Zharus watch was Morgana slithered away, leaving him and his friend alone. Balling up his fists, he turned his head to Mamuro, spewing angry words forth at the young Dhani. Once Morgana was out of earshot, of course.
"Thiss iss all your fault, Mamuro! Couldn't you have put on a better ssshowing? Then ssshe would have been pleassed. Sssimply pathetic. What a wasste of my time." The young Dhani turned away from the other, beginning to make his way for the exit of the cavern. "You sshould sstay and train. I don't want to outclasss you by too much, friend." Truth be told, Zharus simply couldn't take the thought of possibly losing to Mamuro. He'd never hear the end of it, he was sure, and that ridicule wasn't something he could handle. Not from one related to Morgana.
"Perhapss it would be better if you picked up weaving or carving and left the real work to usss real men," he said, adding in his final word. A wicked grin was tossed back to Mamuro, and ,satisfied for the moment, he could now leave. "I'm hungry," he muttered to himself, setting off to fill that need.
Zharus' pride was a fragile thing indeed.
The grin left his lips, the fervor with which he assaulted Mamuro's loss fading from existence. The she-snake had all but deflated his spirit. It wasn't the first time she'd toyed with his emotions, lifting him up high only to send him crashing back to reality. It wouldn't be the last.
Silently did Zharus watch was Morgana slithered away, leaving him and his friend alone. Balling up his fists, he turned his head to Mamuro, spewing angry words forth at the young Dhani. Once Morgana was out of earshot, of course.
"Thiss iss all your fault, Mamuro! Couldn't you have put on a better ssshowing? Then ssshe would have been pleassed. Sssimply pathetic. What a wasste of my time." The young Dhani turned away from the other, beginning to make his way for the exit of the cavern. "You sshould sstay and train. I don't want to outclasss you by too much, friend." Truth be told, Zharus simply couldn't take the thought of possibly losing to Mamuro. He'd never hear the end of it, he was sure, and that ridicule wasn't something he could handle. Not from one related to Morgana.
"Perhapss it would be better if you picked up weaving or carving and left the real work to usss real men," he said, adding in his final word. A wicked grin was tossed back to Mamuro, and ,satisfied for the moment, he could now leave. "I'm hungry," he muttered to himself, setting off to fill that need.
