Sure. -12 skill points to you.
Sat Nov 11, 2017 21:42

Ruben snickered to himself at her insistence that she wasn't a child. “Ja, good luck with that.” He then watched as Kit proceeded to not only follow his instructions, but took the initiative to enter the bush face first. The part where she was apparently eager to obey was almost suspicious, but her voluntary faceplant suggested there was nothing to be suspicious of; a kid that dumb and impulsive wouldn’t be capable of scheming up a plan to fake obedience in order to trick him or whatever. (On top of her mental limitations, there were also no reasons he could think of for why Kit might try to trick him, anyways. Unless she was put up to something. After finding out the bet Marissa had given her, he wouldn’t honestly be surprised.) He wasn't worried about her getting scratched up by the branches, and obviously she wasn't too worried either… or just hadn’t thought about it, but that meant basically the same thing in this context.

He also didn't particularly care about their assigned goal of retrieving Lurlinas, because the critters were fine as they were, in his opinion. Finding and catching them was a decent challenge, but why bother shutting them up in a cage? They weren’t doing any harm. Yet. And wouldn’t get up to anything too gruesome, anyways, not that he would’ve been opposed to that either. Really, waiting until the Lurlinas were good and riled up and then having to go track them down would’ve been a much more suitable lesson for today. He could always make use of extra practice, hone his physical skills even finer, you know. But his personal opinions slash obvious facts on the subject did not bear any relevance to his interest in teasing the little girl for her poor efforts, and so he cocked an eyebrow at Kit when he noticed her getting back up. “Well, that was un-efficient. Are you sure that catching a faery is something that you actually want to do?”

The answer was apparently yes, although Kit failed to give him a proper answer. She started off on some complaint about the light, then pulled one of those goofy girl-shrieks and spent a moment gaping at him. Then yelled “I’ve got it” and lunged at him. Her words is where the apparent yes came from, implying that there was a faery nearby and she wanted it. However, her lunge was where Ruben’s attention was.

Now, the Swede had plenty of experience fending off sudden lunges. Some of the glima competitors he sparred with back home were fond of that darting movement; it wasn’t Ruben’s preferred offensive style, but he’d gotten pretty good in recent years at holding his own and fighting back against it. Shoulder grabs, forearm locks, even the occasional leg sweep could be utilized as strong reactions to a lunging opponent. But Kit was, like, half the size of his usual opponents, and also aiming straight at his legs.

He thought fast, but not fast enough.

The combination of Kit diving between his legs and Ruben starting to move but not enough resulted in too much mass at too fast a speed crashing into an area of the male anatomy that was not meant to have that sort of impact.

There was a low, keening sort of noise, which Ruben would vehemently maintain to his dying breath did not come from him. He was the type of man who took pain in silence. Maybe a grunt. Definitely not a whining drawn-out inhalation or exhalation or another inhalation or

“Vad FAN, jävla eldiga fladdermöss i helvete, knulla dig och hela din familj och pineappleing damnit Kit,” he snarled, reluctantly dragging himself out of his native tongue in order to get his point across in English. Glaring at her, Ruben was suddenly aware that he had sunk to his knees (when did that happen?) and tried to maintain his image despite being now at eye-level with the worst of all first-years. He succeeded, in a way, because he managed to sound as furious as he felt, but also he was holding on to the crotch of his skinny jeans and that was definitely not a manly pose. At least, not in the context of being canned by a first-year. But he had no interest in letting go until he knew nothing had been knocked out of place. “What is wrong with you?! Are you so stupid that you would run without thinking first? The only thing you will catch this way is en näve till skullen!”

Helpful translation: Ruben’s cursing is to the effect of “what the bleep, bleeping flaming bats in Hell, bleep you and your whole family and [switch to English]”. He later threatens Kit with “a fist to the skull”. Fortunately, I don’t believe Prof. Embers speaks Swedish, so hopefully we don’t have to find out what she thinks about a sixth-year threatening her niece…..

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