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[ragnarsson]

Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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[ragnarsson]

Man, that is a horrendous noise. It's a good thing there's no one around to hear it or Ivar would be in a lot of trouble. It never looks good when a grown man is manhandling a little girl. Even if this one did deserve everything that was coming to her.

"Why would I do that, you little brat?" Nope, he's not letting go of her anytime soon. Instead, he holds up the knife to one of her green eyes, the tip only a few inches away. "I think maybe I'll take one of them out. You only need one to see." He's not going to. Ivar's not that cruel.

[yetunburnt]

Now, that gets her attention. She nearly goes crosseyed trying to look at the point of the knife, and lets out a little squeak of shock. No, she doesn't want to lose her eyes. Death she can handle, but mutilation is far from okay.

"No! No no no! Let me go!" She's in tears now, not struggling but instead just trying to shrink away from him despite being stuck where she is.

[ragnarsson]

Alright, a child terrified out of her mind and crying is good enough for Ivar as far as an apology goes. He sets her back down on the ground and flexes his hand a few times. It's not easy holding someone up for any length of time, even if they are a tiny eight year old.

"You need to learn to have respect for your elders and betters. See that you remember that." She probably won't take the lesson to heart, but he's proved his point.

[yetunburnt]

If he thought for even a moment that teaching Letha Regis anything was going to be as easy as scaring her half to death... well. The moment she's able to touch the ground she darts a few feet away, and sticks her tongue out to blow a raspberry at him.

"You're not my better, you're just old and dumb!"

And with that, the charming little girl has dashed away before she has to suffer away retaliation.