(the floor seems desolate)
(rocks, some of them... seem to have bombs embedded in them)
(and then there's this hideous fucker
◊ huddling in the corner away from her, crying)
(crying)
(and crying)
(and cry-did he just spit out a red, fat fly?)
(a red, fat fly the size of one's palm, flying right at Liman?)
(...well, all things considering it more like forced its way out of hideous child's mouth)
...anything that can be used to appeal to her?
edited 19th Apr '15 4:31:12 PM by FergardStratoavis
-scratches the back of his head- Well no victory is completely assured, right? Still have to try.
Besides- most of my sparring experience is against my brother. And we've always been evenly matched.
Oh- yes. Food would be good.
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Well- I tested out my shield-skills in a spar with that- Lancer, sure.
I've sparred with a sword I made previously.
Though- I kept it in the scabbard, because I know that these are very sharp.
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