a knight in shining armor {marr|blitz}

Glowing eyes survey the training center room. His dark hair unkempt today as he shuffles his way into the gym assertively. A passing glance only went by a few fellow careers just to set the stage for where he was going, daring anyone to step into his path of his destination. Weights was his go to when he first arrived. A man seeking glory by strength as his fingers touched the round, cold metal. As the pounds stacked up on each side, voices began to drift closer to his station.

A grunt of displeasure sounded as he took his stance under the bearing weight and his shoulders took the blunt of it. A deep breath followed by clenched teeth drew out as the voices rounded nearer to him. His focus no longer tending to his own needs but instead the shoes of the ones coming closer to him. A step backward he took before the sound of his name wafted into his ears.

Stength gave out and the rolling set of bar weights took a bounce on the floor before connecting to one of the trespassers daring to challenge him.

Pain echoe through the room. His eyes encircling the room to see who had seen what, not that it mattered much at all. He had selected his victim for the same reason he would purposely harm someone. Because he simply wanted to. Although, hearing his name didn't help the matter much, knowing that all he had to do was set the boundary for the punishment.

Anger bellowed out from the second person that had been walking with the injured fellow, pointing fingers to the one who'd done the harm. He only continue to stare and watch as the guy grasps his ankle. The sound of his vulnerability was like heaven singing into his ears. He was mortal. Gregor knew it wouldn't take much to bring the healer in and before he knew it, she came bustling in to tend to the injured like clockwork.

"He don't need help. He needs a doctor. You are not that." He condemns her and the sides of his mouth curl upward very lightly and he tosses his attention to the side to remove the weights. "Tell him to watch out where he's going, would you? Accidents happen."

Hurtful words hauntingly ghosted pass the healer on the ground near her newest charge. It was nothing to the man standing above the whole situation and he slowly picked up the round weights and placed them back on the bar contemplating using them while they tended to the helpless one on the ground.

"What's your problem, Mate? You just break his leg without a sorry? I don't care who you are..." The voice arises out of nowhere and he turns to meet him with a dark glare.

"You better watch that mouth of yours before I make you swallow your tongue and avox you the hard way." Threats persue the friend as the chestnut haired beauty apologizes for something only moments before an initial 'pop' and a yell.

A huff of pleasure escapes from Gregor and he turns to watch the scene. "She's not sorry. If she was sorry, she'd have called in someone more experieneced than she was. She didn't even give you anything for pain or something to clench your teeth on. Did you break a tooth?" A chuckle mimicks the situation as he nears the girl, the edge of his shoe touching her leg.

"Where did you learn to heal? Can you teach me?"

As much as she's trying to calm the situation, he ponders what he's doing even enlongating this scenario. Sure, it's interesting to see how one reacts to threats and then a calmer scene only moments later, but what he really wants to see is how she reacts to such threats that are directed to her. She's avoiding him at all costs unless she's telling him what to do. For that, he doesn't care for at all.

She agrees with caution. Her voice quakes, alerting him to the fact that she might even be falsifying her answer. Would she really take him serious even after what just happened? He smirks and crosses his arms in front of him. Another healer helps the guy up, and with the proper assistance, they ease the guy away, leaving the healer all to myself.

"Well. What are you going to teach me, Teach? Should I go get my notebook and a pen?" I taunt her in a casual way. "This way... Please..." The word comes out troubled with a little more hiss than normal.

"So, tell me. Have you ever killed anyone? Seen anyone die? Did you even train or were you always a wet blanket?"