Bane
Your shadows betray you
They serve me
They serve me
Bane adjusted his grip on the sword, his movements more sure than playful this time. There was still a spark of amusement in his eyes, but it was clear he was focused now. “I wouldn't be able to dream balancing anything under the water. I can hardly stand up straight in the waves as is.”
As Hadama spoke of the gift, Bane gave a thoughtful nod, his tone more serious now. “A gift like that carries weight. It's thoughtful of you to think of the gifter.” He understood the importance of sentiment behind a weapon, even if his path had taken him away from his family’s traditions.
Stepping into position opposite Hadama, Bane rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles with ease. His eyes remained sharp, watching Hadama’s stance, gauging his readiness. “Alright, let’s start slow. Focus on your footing, keep your center of gravity steady." There was a calm authority to his words, the two men casually sparring, practicing with one another, assisting one another in what they needed to improve in. For one, Bane lacked patience. This was a great prospect in waiting for a counterstrike, rather than lunging initially.
Bane raised his blade in a respectful salute, a small grin tugging at his lips. “No one’s getting knocked out today. We'll both get the hang of this in no-time.” And with that, he waited to watch Hadama's movements.
As Hadama spoke of the gift, Bane gave a thoughtful nod, his tone more serious now. “A gift like that carries weight. It's thoughtful of you to think of the gifter.” He understood the importance of sentiment behind a weapon, even if his path had taken him away from his family’s traditions.
Stepping into position opposite Hadama, Bane rolled his shoulders, loosening his muscles with ease. His eyes remained sharp, watching Hadama’s stance, gauging his readiness. “Alright, let’s start slow. Focus on your footing, keep your center of gravity steady." There was a calm authority to his words, the two men casually sparring, practicing with one another, assisting one another in what they needed to improve in. For one, Bane lacked patience. This was a great prospect in waiting for a counterstrike, rather than lunging initially.
Bane raised his blade in a respectful salute, a small grin tugging at his lips. “No one’s getting knocked out today. We'll both get the hang of this in no-time.” And with that, he waited to watch Hadama's movements.
Pain is a teacher that never forgets
Etched in the flesh
Etched in the flesh
