Deimos
A beacon of patience and composure, he merely survived as she stared and ran over the choices, the sentiments of blades coming to a distinct conclusion. “There are several lighter ones,” he pointed towards the rapier style, not nearly as heavy and cumbersome as some that required both hands to wield. But he wouldn’t be pushing – if they weren’t going to be useful to her, much like the bows and arrows, then there’d be no point in striving to utilize and practice. Though he did add with another rumble, “No one is excellent at any weapon initially.” So if she had that expectation of instant compatibility and expertise, she’d have to disregard it entirely in these training grounds.
Anyone could gain traction and ability the more they drilled and exercised, but he’d let the machinations slide. For now.
Arching his brow at the final statement, he glanced over the wares thereafter. Jutting his jawline towards the assortment of lengthy, wooden armaments nearby, the Sword opted for a suggestion. Whether or not she’d take it was up to her. “What about a staff?”
Anyone could gain traction and ability the more they drilled and exercised, but he’d let the machinations slide. For now.
Arching his brow at the final statement, he glanced over the wares thereafter. Jutting his jawline towards the assortment of lengthy, wooden armaments nearby, the Sword opted for a suggestion. Whether or not she’d take it was up to her. “What about a staff?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
