[@LostDestiny] [@Ryteb Pymeroce]


The silence was getting on his nerves. Dead Eye was just staring at him, he had always been an antsy fellow, and impatient too, so this was..not fun. And then, she said no. She just said no, nothing else. Capra had been in the business for a long time, he had fought a lot of people, rival bounty hunters, pirates, a few marines who didn't like the cut of his jib, and one time a very angry cake maker. And he challenged most of them too, excluding the cake maker. But none of them had ever responded with just a simple "no." It felt strange, was he not worth her time? Did she not find him threatening enough? And if that weren't enough, she was just walking away. He wasn't even enough of a threat for her to face him. Capra lowered his head, and slowly reverted back to his full human state.

Just in time for the red coated fellow to (at very high speeds, he had to admit) run behind him, and stick a knife towards his jugular. He started snarling threats, but Capra reacted quickly. He reflexively shoved the side of his arm at Red Coat's arm quite swiftly, the one holding the knife, obviously, in an attempt to push the sharp object away from his throat. Then, he took one large step diagonally forward with his long legs, and pivoted around on his heels, just in time to avoid a powerful and swift kick aimed at where his back had been. His dull eyes met the Red Coat's fierce ones. And he turned around once again, not giving him a second thought, and walked after Dead Eye. She had ignored him, and turned her back to him. It was time for desperate measures. Something his foster father told him to do only when absolutely necessary. His moral compass screamed at him not to do it, but he ignored it. [b][color=bc8dbf]"Please?"[/color][/b] He asked Dead Eye.