I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Well, she’d be amongst the small collection of individuals who didn’t want to try and strive to maul him, when the opportunity struck. He smiled at the response. “Thank you. That is appreciated,” despite her sudden indignation.
Still struggling not to laugh, he maintained his focus on her next barrage. She’d seemed to take the direction much more seriously, and indeed, the efforts were going towards him in a much more linear facet. In a much more amusing threshold, he snagged at the air around said plank, and then rotated it back so it was facing her; another defensive maneuver – for when someone could turn one’s attack back upon their opponent, there were always multitudes more to deal with. “And now what would you do?” His expectations were lodged in her potential - would she languish it back in his direction? Would she come up a different strategy? Strive for something else?
Still struggling not to laugh, he maintained his focus on her next barrage. She’d seemed to take the direction much more seriously, and indeed, the efforts were going towards him in a much more linear facet. In a much more amusing threshold, he snagged at the air around said plank, and then rotated it back so it was facing her; another defensive maneuver – for when someone could turn one’s attack back upon their opponent, there were always multitudes more to deal with. “And now what would you do?” His expectations were lodged in her potential - would she languish it back in his direction? Would she come up a different strategy? Strive for something else?
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