Zeereth was no stranger to having weapons pointed at him but it never ceased to be an unpleasant experience. No matter how used to combat or death he was he had worked very hard to keep himself alive over the years, including submitting himself to all manner of horrible situations and people. But that also didn't mean he would always go down without a fight, a hand shifting subtly beneath his cloak to hover over the vials strapped around his waist.
"What do you want from me?"
Of course it was easy enough to guess. After all, there weren't many reasons why someone would be interested in a person like him unless they had very specific goals in mind. Even so he knew that his best chance for evading death or- even worse- being captive again was to buy himself time. If he could even inject himself once he knew he could gain an advantage to his reflexes and escape. Probably.
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Date: 2020-05-11 02:17 pm (UTC)"What do you want from me?"
Of course it was easy enough to guess. After all, there weren't many reasons why someone would be interested in a person like him unless they had very specific goals in mind. Even so he knew that his best chance for evading death or- even worse- being captive again was to buy himself time. If he could even inject himself once he knew he could gain an advantage to his reflexes and escape. Probably.