[arkaznor]

IC: Ark let out a better laugh.
"Judging on how quickly you looked away from me, this situation has some meaning. And to answer you your question as to way I have a gun. It's for my protection. When you have been forced to work in a place were you have to raise your own kind into slavery, while being shoot at for fun. Then having your best friend killed for running away, after which being chased in a swamp for two years, makes you kind of glad to have a gun. Though even if I told you about my life, you wouldn't know what I've been through." Ark replied to the slig, his anger making his tattoos glow a pale blue.
"Or what your dealing with." Ark added, aiming his gun at the sligs head.
*Mud, it's been awhile since I've had to kill. I hope I don't have start now. Plus the glow around my eyes is making my vision blurry.* Ark thought sliding his foot across the cold floor to get into a better stance.
"But, if you put your gun down, I'll put mine down."