Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150315214434

"What!?" Perdix shouted, perhaps a little louder than he intended. His face was a mixture of shock and surprise. Did she really just say that? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? Then again, Perdix could not imagine himself charging heroicly off into combat. Hell, he'd killed, like, seven people in his entire life. Which was moot compared to all the badass Ghost-Wolves. Normally, if someone offered him to stay out of a battle, he'd say Sure, I didn't intend to go out there anyway.

"If you think I'm going to sit here like some sort of old, widowed lady," not his best choice of words, but it did it's job. "and let you go out there, then you've got another thing coming." His voice grated harshly, like someone was stabbing him. He'd had a minor panic attack when she'd gotten shot down. And now she wanted him to sit back while she went out to risk her life? "You can't ask me to do that, Valkyrie.  Please, don't ask me to do that.  If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do with myself." Probably something very stupid.  His expression was pleading and he was halfway tempted to pull on the Cowl. He'd be able to fight, being as reckless as he wanted to, and no one would know that Perdix was the Gray Fox.