Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane shifted a little as Hadama turned toward him, feeling the weight of the sword in his hand, still unsure and unfamiliar. The moonlight did strange things to the Mer's appearance, the glint of his silver hair catching Bane’s eye, but he didn’t linger on it too long. Instead, he met Hadama's gaze, giving a respectful nod as the man introduced himself.
"Hadama, huh? Nice to meet you, too." Bane said, his tone more subdued than usual. His typical cockiness was softened.
Taking his place opposite the Tidebreaker at the log, Bane adjusted his grip, feeling the rough texture of the hilt against his fingers. His movements were still jerky, unrefined, and it showed in how he shifted his weight uncertainly.
"Experience?" he snorted softly, though without much confidence. "Not really. Picked this up not too long ago. Thought it’d be... good to learn something new. At least something that I can help defend myself and others with..." (Especially others). He gave a small shrug, trying to play it off, but his posture betrayed his discomfort with the weapon.
"How about you?" Bane asked, glancing up at Hadama’s sword. "You seem like you’ve got a handle on this whole thing." He grinned a little, trying to mask his own awkwardness with humor.
"Hadama, huh? Nice to meet you, too." Bane said, his tone more subdued than usual. His typical cockiness was softened.
Taking his place opposite the Tidebreaker at the log, Bane adjusted his grip, feeling the rough texture of the hilt against his fingers. His movements were still jerky, unrefined, and it showed in how he shifted his weight uncertainly.
"Experience?" he snorted softly, though without much confidence. "Not really. Picked this up not too long ago. Thought it’d be... good to learn something new. At least something that I can help defend myself and others with..." (Especially others). He gave a small shrug, trying to play it off, but his posture betrayed his discomfort with the weapon.
"How about you?" Bane asked, glancing up at Hadama’s sword. "You seem like you’ve got a handle on this whole thing." He grinned a little, trying to mask his own awkwardness with humor.
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
