'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
As Liam moved to a fair distance away from Zavien - not so far that throwing something would be impossible, but not so close that the dragoon would feel insulted - Sol went searching for a projectile. When Zavien held up a pinecone, Liam grinned in response. "Perfect," he replied. They were light, but throwable - they wouldn't hurt, but they'd still be noticeable if they hit their target. And they were plentiful in the Greenwing, scattered beneath the trees that surrounded them.
When Liam was ready, he nodded, his arms already straining with the weight of the rock. Zavien tossed the first pinecone, and Liam dodged to one side, having to concentrate so that he didn't lose his balance with his center of gravity in an unnatural place. "A sword," he responded, "One that adjusts its weight to the bearer's intention. You?"
When Liam was ready, he nodded, his arms already straining with the weight of the rock. Zavien tossed the first pinecone, and Liam dodged to one side, having to concentrate so that he didn't lose his balance with his center of gravity in an unnatural place. "A sword," he responded, "One that adjusts its weight to the bearer's intention. You?"
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
