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"i don't follow are you comparing a spartan such as myself to the ancient spartan warriors of greece?"

He groaned, Placing a hand to his forehead, ears flattening in annoyance

his stance doesn't change as he just stared the person before him down

" You know what? Forget it. You are obviously oblivious to my references to video games." He hissed out, slightly clawing at the skin on his face, tearing quite a bit of skin. what can he do? its a habit when he gets annoyed.

"i do not know what "video game" is" despite his neutral tone his words were serious

He dragged out another groan from his throat, aswell as dragged the sharp blades across his already scarred face

he just stared at the man before him his gaze hidden by the silver visor of his helmet

The pale male with short white hair and floppy long ears grabbed his hand to prevent him from scratching them over his eye "Chervil, let go. I'm not five." The an now known as chervil rolled his eyes as he kept his hand on the table

the gaze noble six breifly gave the man is enough to give lesser men chills as he returned his gaze to the table

after a bit of struggling, he had finally escaped chervils grip, but in the middle, he had scratched the used-to-be pale ginger tabby tom, who growled " Watch where you're swinging those things, Deadfire, Or ill turn you into fresh kill!" he slammed his fist in front of the dark-haired man, who gave him a piercing glare. " Excuse me?" He growled, " You heard me, Mouse brain!" His orange eye twitched. " Its on, Hawk." He grinned, cracking his knuckles

both men would find themselves on the ground and their arms pinned behind their backs locked in the superhuman grip of the SPARTAN III

" DAMN IT!" Deadfire wriggled under him " Let go so i can beat this [ Explicit sailor curses] into the ground below him!" he yelled, trying to at least give the blonde male a scar he cant forget

he impassively kept the two pinned to the ground his weapons locked tight to his armor

He manged to keep his legs untouched, letting him stomp into the other male's chest " Let us settle this on our own!" both shifted into their cats form and managed to get out from under him, shifting back, they slightly glared " The hell was that for! " The blonde stated at him

"you both were causing a ruckus in an establisment meant for relaxation i intervened and subdued the two of you" and there came his response quickly and without emotion like that of a machine

The black and orange-haired man looked at the blonde for a moment before grabbing him by his arm " We'll settle this outside then, Hawk." He hissed in his ear as he dragged the male out, both going back to their cat form as it was their traditional was of fight. the other 3 didn't dare move from their seats, afraid of what they would see if they were to follow the two.

he without a care in the world sat back down and just returned to staring out a window

10 minutes. that was what it took for a blood-curdling yowl to echo from outside. afterward, it didn't take long for the cat to return. blood was splashed against his glossy, sleek i-colored pelt, along with his muzzle, paws+claws, and tail. a few flumps of fur was hanging off his leg and shoulders, as he walked back to the table he was originally at. blood seeped from a deep wound ranging from his flank to the side of his neck. his tail swayed as he seemed to smile in his cat form

he just stared at the cat for a brief moment then back out the window the spartan didn't really seem to care for much and preferred to keep to himself

Deadfire returned to his human form as they shared a conversation, Though the male seemed to only describe the mangled body of what his clan used to call hawk