Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
"Well, we all start somewhere. Though, having built swords, I'm sure that you understand balance more than others when it comes to the weapons." Bane said with a casual smile. His emerald eyes lingered over Hadama, watching his balance shift through the sand. Hearing the experience that he had, from his fists to a trident, Bane gave a subtle nod.
"Both are weapons of great difference. What drew you to trying out the sword?"
As he had watched Hadama hit the target satisfyingly, a grin tugged along the man's lips. This time, Bane swung his once more and felt the sword land into the wood a little more. Landing in the same spot that the sword had hit previously.
When Hadama brought up the Vanguard, Bane gave a brief nod of his head. "That's exactly what they were called. No, she wasn't. She was a healer, believe it or not. She tried to help those injured, and ailing. Though, I couldn't ever see myself doing that line of work. It's... tedious, and a lot more to remember than I'd be ever able to grasp." He chuckled a little.
"She was very good at what she did. And no need. I'd rather her remember the world beautiful like she did, than face what we're facing now." He admitted solemly. It was a sad thought, but it was something he came to accept in his own time.
"I do need some practice blocking. How do you feel about trying to land some hits on me? Without... killing me." Bane chuckled a little, looking over towards Hadama with a light hearted expression.
"Both are weapons of great difference. What drew you to trying out the sword?"
As he had watched Hadama hit the target satisfyingly, a grin tugged along the man's lips. This time, Bane swung his once more and felt the sword land into the wood a little more. Landing in the same spot that the sword had hit previously.
When Hadama brought up the Vanguard, Bane gave a brief nod of his head. "That's exactly what they were called. No, she wasn't. She was a healer, believe it or not. She tried to help those injured, and ailing. Though, I couldn't ever see myself doing that line of work. It's... tedious, and a lot more to remember than I'd be ever able to grasp." He chuckled a little.
"She was very good at what she did. And no need. I'd rather her remember the world beautiful like she did, than face what we're facing now." He admitted solemly. It was a sad thought, but it was something he came to accept in his own time.
"I do need some practice blocking. How do you feel about trying to land some hits on me? Without... killing me." Bane chuckled a little, looking over towards Hadama with a light hearted expression.
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
