“I-I’m sorry Vice-Captain! I won’t s-say it again!” The young man shielded his face from Shafir’s assault, his fists connected to the arms repeatedly. If this idiot thought apologizing would save him from an ass-whooping, then he was sorely mistaken. It pissed him off more. While Shafir was thinner than the other male, it didn’t stop him from using everything in his power to keep the man pinned under him. Shafir was livid. Who did this little shit think he was? Shafir brought his fist down to connect with the arms once more. Of course, he was a piece of shit, so it was only natural that his mind would be full of shitty thoughts. Eventually, Shafir let up on his assault. 

“S-Someone get help! Get the Captain!” The knight yelled and one onlooker took off to find someone to pull Shafir off his junior. The elf tried to wiggle out from under Shafir, and that only spurred the older male on in his anger. He had someone get the captain, and that was honestly the last person Shafir wanted to see today. If Shafir beat him until he was unconscious, then perhaps he could work it out. Besides, this idiot needed to be punished for the shit that came out of his mouth. Shafir sadly didn’t get to finish the punishment, though. 

“Shafir! What are you doing?” A voice boomed behind Shafir and he rolled his eyes. This was going to be so much fun. It was going to be a pain, but that was beside the point. While it would’ve been smart to get up and greet his captain properly, his mind decided against it. He was already this far into being in trouble. Why not dive deeper? So he stuck up his hand and flipped off the voice. 

“Doing as I please, Captain.” Shafir returned to the man under him. If he didn’t give his full undivided attention, the little worm might get away. Not on his watch. No matter what happened, he was not letting him get away with it. “You will respect your superiors.” Shafir brought his hand back and his wrist was stopped. When he turned around he saw the Captain, the oh-so-famous Eliqinor, House of Honors, looking back at him. His brows were furrowed, and he was pissed. When wasn’t he pissed? He always looked mad when he saw Shafir. 

“Stop it. You know this isn’t your job to discipline him.” Shafir tried yanking his wrist back from the firm grip and was disappointed to find that Eliqinor wouldn’t release him. Not that he ever did. Didn’t this man know it was futile trying to stop him? How often did they have moments like this? Perhaps too many to count.

“I won’t stop unless he apologizes.” Eliqinor let go of Shafir’s wrist and sighed. He ran his hands through his hair, thinking about what to do next. The dark elf turned back to his target and forced his weight back down on him, causing him to groan. 

“You leave me no choice then,” Eliqinor said before reaching down and grabbing Shafir by his waist. It took little to yank the shorter male off the young knight. Why did this idiot have to be so fucking strong?! Once he was in the air, Shafir wiggled like a cat, trying everything in his power to fight back. The knight that Shafir had been wailing on had squirmed away like the worm he was. Fuck that guy. Fuck Eliqinor. 

Once Shafir was no longer deemed a threat to the junior knight, Eliqinor put him back down. This was it. He was sick of this idiot interfering in everything. It was his fault this was happening, anyway! If he had been a little harsher on their subordinates, maybe they wouldn’t be talking shit about him behind his back. Eliqinor let out a sigh and looked around at the crowd, who were whispering, but Shafir wasn’t listening to them because his eyes were trained on Eliqinor. Stupid idiot, always ruining everything…

“Fuck you.” Out of instinct, Shafir drew his fist back and threw a punch in Eliqinor’s direction. The other acted in kind and he connected his fist with Eliqinor’s face. This was a common occurrence for the two of them. Shafir would always throw the first punch and before you knew it, they were on the ground tussling like two kids. “Stupid fucking idiot.”