"I won't even use a skill this time. Let's get this over with."
Logan narrowed his eyes, locking in.
He could've used Persuasive Speech — it would've made things much easier. But he chose not to. This was the part of taming he wanted to improve on: the raw, unassisted mental struggle.
The centaur was still under the lingering influence of Voice of Authority. It couldn't move — not yet. Its body only trembled slightly, as if trying to resist while bound in place.
Logan gauged its strength.
It was probably a bit higher in level than Lucent — which, in truth, made him feel a little bad for his tiger. But it also meant this centaur had more intelligence, more self-awareness.
And that intelligence was already calculating the situation:
A blood-marking had been placed.
A hungry tiger stood in front of it.
Said tiger was practically drooling, saliva dripping uncontrollably from its fangs.
[Damn it, Lucent—keep yourself in check. You're making me look evil.]
