[As Rhade circles, Rorschach follows, tracking him, minimizing the potential for being caught off-guard.]
Not yours. It's mine.
[...stupid. It probably won't even taste all that god. But it IS his right now, so he moves forward in a sudden lunge, not enough to close the space or leave his lettuce unattended but enough to make the meaning clear; he's not afraid of you, he's happy to attack if he has to, if you come any closer. He would WELCOME it.]
no subject
Not yours. It's mine.
[...stupid. It probably won't even taste all that god. But it IS his right now, so he moves forward in a sudden lunge, not enough to close the space or leave his lettuce unattended but enough to make the meaning clear; he's not afraid of you, he's happy to attack if he has to, if you come any closer. He would WELCOME it.]