DualSign-- The Hunt is on
Suddenly, Dualscar paused. Now that he had done it– and it was so easy. So mind-numbingly easy that it was boring– he didn’t know what he would do next. Taunt the mutant? Reasonable, but it just didn’t seem right. Who was he to taunt the fugitive when he only managed to catch him because of his kindness? Dualscar scowled and pressed the mutant even harder into the wall, hearing a grunt of pain come from the other troll. He just couldn’t get over how utterly boring this victory was. He had planned so meticulously how he would catch this troll, but he had ended up doing it in chaos caused by the annoying clowns? Orphaner hesitated, looking down at the shorter troll he had pinned to the wall.
Why was he so calm? Was he stupid? Or did he somehow know he would get out of this just fine? Dualscar scowled– how could he be so sure of that? What was it that made him so calm in the face of danger? Forcefully, he turned the fugitive around so he could see his face and he froze where he was. Signless wasn’t fearless– the fear was apparent in his eyes– but he continued to stay calm. Suddenly, he let go of the mutant. He completely released him and took a step back, his way of silently telling him to run. It just felt wrong to win this way.
The Orphaner watched the array of emotions flit across the fugitive’s face– confusion, apprehension, and finally, gratitude. He snorted– the gratitude was unnecessary. He wasn’t doing this for Signless. He was doing this for himself. Dualscar wanted to feel the thrill of the hunt. He wanted to catch his target on his own terms. Silently, he watched as the mutant raced away, his cape flapping behind him. How ridiculous. He decided to not think about the fact that his own cape did the same thing when he ran. Once the mutant was gone, he headed to the inn he had been staying in. It would only be fair for him to give the other a head start, right?
Assured that what he was doing was right, Dualscar calmly walked into the inn. His footsteps echoed surprisingly well in the loud entrance hall. A moment passed and the room seemed to notice he was there, as it all fell silent. Looking around, he saw several burgundy and yellow bloods. He turned his nose up at them and sauntered into the room he had paid for beforehand. The Orphaner fell onto his bed– there was no way he would be able to sleep today. That would be dangerous– almost everyone in the inn wanted him dead. With a sigh, he began planning out his next move.