[Tipping his head to one side, Eight regards this creature they've come across. It seems perfectly harmless, and isn't rushing to attack them, so he has his doubts that it's going to present itself as a problem for them. Size is something he doesn't take into account, given his own, but behavior is a reasonable indicator of what to expect from someone or something, in his experience.
He tries to put a name to this creature, but unlike the local felines, he hasn't quite seen something matching its appearance. Planting a hand on his hip, he tries a few moments longer before shaking his head. No good]
Never seen one, either.
[If this guy doesn't know what to call it, then it's a safe bet neither of them have any experience with whatever the animal is. But there is something he thinks he ought to fill this guy in on, if only to ensure that if they do cross paths with something decidedly less friendly, they don't get their wires crossed]
I may look young, but I'm an Agito Cadet. [The term might be as foreign to this man as it has been to others, so he clarifies-] I don't need a shield.
[Militesi soldiers in the capital had commented on their youth, believing that those they saw as children shouldn't be out on the battlefield, so Eight isn't unfamiliar with the mentality. More than once, he's heard people laugh and marvel at the fact that they'd either been saved or bested by people far too small, far too young.
And of his brothers, he's the smallest of all.
But of the lot of them, Eight had assuredly demonstrated that he could handle himself alone, when necessary. He can do that now, and he doesn't want anyone to think otherwise]
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He tries to put a name to this creature, but unlike the local felines, he hasn't quite seen something matching its appearance. Planting a hand on his hip, he tries a few moments longer before shaking his head. No good]
Never seen one, either.
[If this guy doesn't know what to call it, then it's a safe bet neither of them have any experience with whatever the animal is. But there is something he thinks he ought to fill this guy in on, if only to ensure that if they do cross paths with something decidedly less friendly, they don't get their wires crossed]
I may look young, but I'm an Agito Cadet. [The term might be as foreign to this man as it has been to others, so he clarifies-] I don't need a shield.
[Militesi soldiers in the capital had commented on their youth, believing that those they saw as children shouldn't be out on the battlefield, so Eight isn't unfamiliar with the mentality. More than once, he's heard people laugh and marvel at the fact that they'd either been saved or bested by people far too small, far too young.
And of his brothers, he's the smallest of all.
But of the lot of them, Eight had assuredly demonstrated that he could handle himself alone, when necessary. He can do that now, and he doesn't want anyone to think otherwise]