The sound of mere trees rustling in the wind, the smell of only mud, earth, and endless green, and of course the sight of no other humans here, except for this so-called hero trapped beneath my paw.
“So the rumours are true! You, foul villain, are truly here!” the puny hero exclaimed.
"Oh, so I'm the villain?" Napi questioned while the so-called hero squirmed under his giant paw. "You know, it’s people like you that turn creatures like me into ‘villains,’” Napi leaned in a bit closer, “I am done seeing myself as the monster, hero.”
"Unhand me, you foul beast," the hero said, pointing his sword towards the throat of Napi, though short a significant distance, "your words of poison mean nothing to me." The hero struggled against the warm, oppressive force of Napi's paw, hoping to get any sense of leverage he possibly could. Napi only felt embarrassed for the man.
"I can't believe a fool like you is the hero. This is ridiculous." The hero let out a mix between a scream and an exhalation as Napi only barely put weight on him. “I thought you would be stronger than this,” the large wolf creature let out a chuckle, “When I saw the glint of your armour, I thought there would be even a slight struggle!” Napi appraises the man once more.
His armour is now extremely bent and slightly bloodied. The man occupying the shiny metal clothing is a man as lanky as he is arrogant. Not only did he lack muscles, but it seemed he lacked calluses as well. He had cuts and bruises from what seemed to be just traveling the forest. His face was traditionally handsome, at least in some sense, high cheekbones, defined eyebrows, and stuck in what could be considered a face of pride; although it’s a bit hard to tell if it’s prideful, seeing how it is currently shrouded in pain.
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“You’re no hero, are you?” Napi questioned.
“Preposterous,” The man exclaimed, at least weakly. Napi commended his bravery, but bravery is not a replacement for sensibility. “Of course, I’m a hero. I’ve got the sword to speak for it, right?”
“Oh, yea? Use it.” Napi stared into the man’s eyes. Ocean Blue eyes filled with uncertainty, that is what Napi saw. “What are you waiting for?” Napi asked, leaning in even closer. The clean steel touched his furred neck. Napi isn’t one to taunt, but this case is different.
Fire, strength, power. This man is nothing like the hero that got Napi to get stronger. A clean sword, eyes filled with innocence, muscles and skin lacking so much the very act of walking caused it harm. It’s insolence even daring to try and be so prideful, so arrogant, and yet have no power to speak of. No strength to back up your words.
“I must know, ‘Hero,’ how did your status come to be?” On some level, Napi already knew.
“My father-” a cough of blood interrupted his answer, “-was a soldier.” He took another labored breath. “And my mother had connections.”
Napi took a deep breath. Bravery was never, ever a replacement for strength.
“Hero, I’ve killed men thousands of times stronger than you. Swords enchanted with powers against darkness and “monsters,” muscles so dense it puts metals to shame, And skin so thick that my claws struggled to pierce them, and yet, every one either fled in panic, or died. Tell me, hero, would you rather flee a coward or die in idiocy.”
Napi towered over the hero. The lanky man tried to speak but coughed blood. Struggling, he managed to get out, “The others will find you.”
“Incorrect answer,” Napi replied coldly while piercing his claw through the man’s heart.