[ this all comes as a surprise, but relatively speaking, he was used to surprises. surprise attacks anyway. and his reflexes are honed as a result. Tieria's fist meets his open palm as he blocks a punch, eyes wide to match a widening grin, the force behind the blow unexpectedly strong. ]
What a welcome!
[ instead of releasing his fist, he holds tight. if he can keep his grip on him, he'll use it to yank his arm with an intent towards dislocation. ]
Who are you again?
[ he can come to a variety of conclusions fast—this is someone from home, someone who knows him, someone who he's affected directly through some killing or another—but those are just observations. as far as actually caring was concerned, he doesn't. ]
no subject
What a welcome!
[ instead of releasing his fist, he holds tight. if he can keep his grip on him, he'll use it to yank his arm with an intent towards dislocation. ]
Who are you again?
[ he can come to a variety of conclusions fast—this is someone from home, someone who knows him, someone who he's affected directly through some killing or another—but those are just observations. as far as actually caring was concerned, he doesn't. ]