05-08-2019, 05:01 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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There was a reason why Killua usually went to clans or groups that were more about peace. It was in those places that he didn't find egotistical idiots that thought they could take on the world themselves. However, it didn't make complete sense for someone like himself, to go to a group that didn't believe that killing was the right way to go. Everyone that he had been around were idiots in some shape of the word, whether it was their strange morals or how they acted toward their enemies, it made no difference. The young male had come across groups that were all about murder and torture for the clans that he had lived in. Killua lived in four clans, each of which he held ranks in some way, not like it mattered to him. Killua watched as they were attacked by groups that stated that they didn't need 'allies' and that they could do everything that they wanted 'alone'. Killua had been the first one to laugh in their faces for their idiocy. If maybe they were even remotely as strong as the rest of his family, then he could see them being capable of accomplishing their goal. All of them were complete pushovers as he would be one of the few to meet their challenges, without fear. He had watched as one of the members of the enemy had quivered underneath his white paw begging for mercy from the wildcat. The enemy was lucky that there were other's around or he would have slit their throat quickly and been done with it. Killua enjoyed knocking egos down a peg when they offered themselves to him. Some animals thought that they were smug enough in their own powers, but had never been beaten before. Killua had never lost a fight against a clanner. The only fight that he had ever lost in his entire life was against the likes of his brother, which he never could imagine that the would ever win in the first place. The assassin had made sure that during his training that he was the strongest their was, and his small size made it easier to fool those that thought they were better than him.
Only to realize in horror that they were about to be killed by a child. Killua also had killed clan leaders when he was working with their families. One of which had been a leader that lead a clan that was drenched in nothing but blood. Sure, the leader had never done anything personal to Killua, but payment was payment at the time. He had managed to trick the leader and it was all over with one swipe of his paws. He killed a dragon that had been the leader of another clan that probably didn't deserve it. The wildcat at the time had no reason to show anyone the likes of mercy, and that mindset still stood. When he attacked someone, he always had the intent to kill instead of just to try and beat someone to the inch of their life. Unless there were spectators, but that was a different story. The albino serval had even marched into an area before after a group had left bodies on their borders saying to watch out for them. It was an idiotic move as Killua was able to track down the group and find his way into their camp like it was child's play. They couldn't fool the likes of a Zoldyck after all. Killua had stopped right outside of the groups base of operations and called out to them. It was there some of the group members came to face him, and he beat them to an inch of their lives. This wasn't about him killing them instead it was about him showing power and exactly how weak they were compared to him and the clans. They swore that they would come after him, and Killua laughed in their face. After that event, he had never heard from that group again and figured that he had done his job at the very end. Killua also was not one for games either.
The assassin turned to look at the tiger as the other regarded him as 'boy'. Killua hated being regarded as a child when he was further from such despite his appearance. It was common for him to get on the good side of those that had questionable morals, but this tiger was starting to get on his nerves. The wildcat didn't say anything for a second as he snapped his jaw shut, breaking the rest of the hard candy in his mouth with ease. The serval crunched the candy for a couple of moments before taking out the lollipop stick with his claws and looking down at the tiger. With the stick in between his claws, Killua would aim to flick the object at the tiger's face, as a means of disrespect. He didn't use any of his powers to increase the power that it would hit the tiger, so the other could easily dodge it if he was paying attention. "Don't treat me like a child. You may regret it later." Killua said, his tone dropping slightly low as he did so. The albino serval seemed to remain serious for a second, flexing his claws into the wood of the branch that he was on. The threat was far from empty. This guy thought he knew more than him? That was laughable. The assassin couldn't help but laugh a little at the tiger's question of where his parents were. Seriously? The assassin thought for a second on how to answer the question, as his parents never mattered to him. Although he did look up to his dad a little bit. "My parents? Dead in a gutter somewhere. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, kitty." It had been awhile since Killua had a fight. That didn't mean he was rusty, as he had been training himself to go up against the likes of his brother. Right now, he considered the tiger to be a pushover. Size wasn't everything. His parents though were very much alive. There was a chance that his mother actually may be dead, but considering the medics that they had the estate, he doubted that she actually died from his attack.
(All IC opinions of course!)
Only to realize in horror that they were about to be killed by a child. Killua also had killed clan leaders when he was working with their families. One of which had been a leader that lead a clan that was drenched in nothing but blood. Sure, the leader had never done anything personal to Killua, but payment was payment at the time. He had managed to trick the leader and it was all over with one swipe of his paws. He killed a dragon that had been the leader of another clan that probably didn't deserve it. The wildcat at the time had no reason to show anyone the likes of mercy, and that mindset still stood. When he attacked someone, he always had the intent to kill instead of just to try and beat someone to the inch of their life. Unless there were spectators, but that was a different story. The albino serval had even marched into an area before after a group had left bodies on their borders saying to watch out for them. It was an idiotic move as Killua was able to track down the group and find his way into their camp like it was child's play. They couldn't fool the likes of a Zoldyck after all. Killua had stopped right outside of the groups base of operations and called out to them. It was there some of the group members came to face him, and he beat them to an inch of their lives. This wasn't about him killing them instead it was about him showing power and exactly how weak they were compared to him and the clans. They swore that they would come after him, and Killua laughed in their face. After that event, he had never heard from that group again and figured that he had done his job at the very end. Killua also was not one for games either.
The assassin turned to look at the tiger as the other regarded him as 'boy'. Killua hated being regarded as a child when he was further from such despite his appearance. It was common for him to get on the good side of those that had questionable morals, but this tiger was starting to get on his nerves. The wildcat didn't say anything for a second as he snapped his jaw shut, breaking the rest of the hard candy in his mouth with ease. The serval crunched the candy for a couple of moments before taking out the lollipop stick with his claws and looking down at the tiger. With the stick in between his claws, Killua would aim to flick the object at the tiger's face, as a means of disrespect. He didn't use any of his powers to increase the power that it would hit the tiger, so the other could easily dodge it if he was paying attention. "Don't treat me like a child. You may regret it later." Killua said, his tone dropping slightly low as he did so. The albino serval seemed to remain serious for a second, flexing his claws into the wood of the branch that he was on. The threat was far from empty. This guy thought he knew more than him? That was laughable. The assassin couldn't help but laugh a little at the tiger's question of where his parents were. Seriously? The assassin thought for a second on how to answer the question, as his parents never mattered to him. Although he did look up to his dad a little bit. "My parents? Dead in a gutter somewhere. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, kitty." It had been awhile since Killua had a fight. That didn't mean he was rusty, as he had been training himself to go up against the likes of his brother. Right now, he considered the tiger to be a pushover. Size wasn't everything. His parents though were very much alive. There was a chance that his mother actually may be dead, but considering the medics that they had the estate, he doubted that she actually died from his attack.
(All IC opinions of course!)
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ASSASSINATION THE FAMILY TRADE
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO