Pierce
He’s what, Flora? Use your words.
Wondering how bad his luck could be that he still hasn’t slashed for the very movement that had taken a beloved dragon down from Starfall, Pierce doesn’t seem fazed by it as he takes in Flora’s quieter cry.
The blade lifts again, though, and suddenly Jack’s there — slashing into open air that has Pierce’s deep baritone of a laugh escape him. “Cute.” He drawls, rolling his eyes. But, while Pierce was mostly known for his brawn and not his brain, he utilizes it here and now as his electric gaze now fixates on Jack.
“Oh, I get it now.” He says to Flora like it dawns on him. “Thought your old man was the white knight?” It’s asked casually like a conversation, like he wasn’t still keeping the barrier in place and focusing his efforts on whipping the blade around to try and stab Jack right in the stomach.
Maybe this was the better lesson learned, hm?
Wondering how bad his luck could be that he still hasn’t slashed for the very movement that had taken a beloved dragon down from Starfall, Pierce doesn’t seem fazed by it as he takes in Flora’s quieter cry.
The blade lifts again, though, and suddenly Jack’s there — slashing into open air that has Pierce’s deep baritone of a laugh escape him. “Cute.” He drawls, rolling his eyes. But, while Pierce was mostly known for his brawn and not his brain, he utilizes it here and now as his electric gaze now fixates on Jack.
“Oh, I get it now.” He says to Flora like it dawns on him. “Thought your old man was the white knight?” It’s asked casually like a conversation, like he wasn’t still keeping the barrier in place and focusing his efforts on whipping the blade around to try and stab Jack right in the stomach.
Maybe this was the better lesson learned, hm?
