[His eyes narrow and his lip curls in disgust. He could make his training routine more interesting. He could easily launch himself forward and slash Kratos across the back, blade honing in on his wings, before the man takes another step. For old times sake.
He stays where he is, knife brandished but still.
Kratos would counter him easily. He can already see where the battle would lead, blow for blow, and while the outcome can't be certain, he can guess: his knife, Kaori's knife, confiscated, his actions reported to Raine.]
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He stays where he is, knife brandished but still.
Kratos would counter him easily. He can already see where the battle would lead, blow for blow, and while the outcome can't be certain, he can guess: his knife, Kaori's knife, confiscated, his actions reported to Raine.]
Fine, run away like you always do.