Attention, Captain Mirith (@diligentAcquisitions), You have once again demonstrated that Field Operations cultivates a distinct relationship with language. One hardly knows to prepare for a Duel, or an inspection of whatever undisciplined heat you keep insisting on belonging to me. I asked that this platform cease mistaking Officerly hostility for romance. You respond by smothering your blade in perfume and deigning to lie about it being procedure. Still, I appreciate the clarification. Your attention is undivided, your motivation is sharp, your confidence is, as ever, dressed loudly enough to be mistaken for a lighthouse from shore. Let the audience scramble if they must. I will meet you as agreed. I recommend you test your footing if you intend on facing me. Otherwise, your throat will be the new sheath for my blade. You will cease speaking of private engagement and begin pleading for me to cease my thorough thrusts. You will have no defense for my proper entry as you have already exposed your weaknesses to me time and time again. I will be oiling my blade tonight for it is the only substitute that will satiate its bloodthirst in the interim. Steel yourself, Captain. For the sake of Chittr's Content Policy: #NSFW as our blades are rather violent and cause chaos in the Reserve Offices of the Threshecutioners. #Violence for violence. Signed and Ratified, Marech Veylor 1st Officer of the Threshecutioner Reserve




