Hazelwood

[neverdanced]

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Casey Jones, Temeraire, Solomon Wreath, others
Date: April XX
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Probable violence and discussion of it?

This post will have subthreads. OOC info can be found here.

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[vdova]

"Believe me," Natasha says, smirking just a little. "You want him going in first. He was," she continues, pausing just for a moment, as if searching for the right word. "Trained to be able to lead from the front, and not the back. Captain Rogers doesn't need to be objective to the field in order to understand it and what's going on. Besides," she says, raising an eyebrow, "I'd rather have my commander on the field with me than hiding in the back like a coward. Wouldn't you?"

[peacefullywreathed]

"I would," Solomon acknowledged. "But there is a very great difference between a leader who sacrifices himself on the blades of his enemies and one who remains removed enough to command his men."

Of course, there was a very great difference in battlefields, as well. During a skirmish, a leader who led the fight couldn't watch the back of it, couldn't ensure no ambush occurred. A leader of a small group of infiltrators might penetrate an objective fast and efficiently without lacking such hindsight. Solomon still didn't like it.

But it did reveal something about the nature of the man's training. The woman, Solomon already knew was an assassin, but he wouldn't have thought the same of the man himself. He was altogether too open, too ready to have all eyes on him. His skillset might be similar, at least in its stealthiness, but not the same. Possibly he was something like, well, the Dead Men. Fast, efficient, suicidal, absurdly noble.

His conversation partner was more like him. How interesting.

"Solomon Wreath," he introduced himself abruptly with a very slight bow and a very faint smile. "If I may--whyever is an assassin attaching herself to such a paragon of strength and virtue?"