@Teiran!
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Fear was reserved for few circumstances in his life. Respect would be a more fitting word - he respected the stoic discipline, the silent power that emanated from her in steadfast waves.
But the respect did not tame the ever so slight, coy curl that nestled in the corner of his lips, his eyes trained so faithfully on her. But his gaze — his actual gaze, not the Third's — was not peering deep into her own... oh no. Instead, he watched her posture, watched as her muscles tensed ever so slightly when he stepped forward. Not a sign of fear, that he was certain, but of readiness.
And while he surveyed her stance while taking a few more slow, lumbering steps towards her... the Third's gaze was instead staunchly focused on her own. It sought what Torstein asked of it: Armed? Its feverish gaze heeded his call, pupil dilating as she refused to break gaze with him. It did not disappoint him, aided beautifully by her discipline.
O-only with the surpr-ising stren-gth coiled b-beneath her muscles a-a-and hoo-ves...
The spines split open a little more and his eyes met her own with an unfaltering gaze, but the Titan was never stupid enough to let his guard down. His slow, steady pace did not cease as he languidly closed the distance between them.
When he walked, the muscle and flesh hidden behind that maw of teeth on his chest contracted, tensed, and flexed to match the movements of his gait. There was no illusion here: the heart - his heart - thrummed a beautiful and bloody beat behind the walls of its ivory cage.
Only if you gave me a reason to elicited a surprisingly heartfelt chuckle which reverberated deep in his chest. "Likewise, I make it a habit not to pick fights with those who do not give me reason to," a pregnant, dragging pause cutting off the heady confidence of his voice.
And slowly, the gap was closed between them... and finally the Titan stood before the soldier, standing with her a few feet away and markedly to his left. Chest to chest would be stupid, no matter the circumstances. He was a force to be reckoned with, but he was not daft... you don't survive 10 years with a hole in your chest and an exposed heart through sheer idiocy.
The pungent silence was marked by a question for the soldier, and an ear twitched slightly. There was no verbal answer to her question - just the cacophonous sound of ivory teeth snapping shut. The force of their metaphorical bite was even more apparent up close, the sound that much louder and their reaction time a mere split second.
"They aren't slow," stated matter-of-factly. "And you come armed with only your teeth, hooves and muscle, do you not?"
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