He took the statement with, perhaps, some amusement and a solemn nod. "Indeed? That is good. The less excitement the Void brings, the bet--" Speak of the devil, hmm? Vox's broadcast cut through his words, a jagged buzzsaw of static through his brain that had his jaw tightening with displeasure as Stormbreak's New Order was announced. The Tower, fallen for a second time...
He freed himself from the quicksand moss and Thalassa burned her way loose, joining him on more stable ground as the moss was left smoking in her wake. He inclined his head in confirmation of her question, his gaze moving to the southwest as if he could see through the hundreds of miles between King's End and the Arclight. "Mmn. Things went... not as well as I had intended." The admission was grim, but her shift to face him brought his attention fully back to her as she made her offer, and the inclination of his head this time was grateful. "I would like to train without magic or weapons. There was a creature... a... spider. Of sorts. It was able to cut off magic with its webs." He dropped his gaze to consider his hand, which he curled into a fist. "A reminder that I have become to reliant on my powers. I have let my physical training... lapse, in comparison."
And still the echoes of Vox's broadcast reverberated in his skull, reminding him of the clock that was even now ticking down to some greater confrontation in a few short seasons.
He freed himself from the quicksand moss and Thalassa burned her way loose, joining him on more stable ground as the moss was left smoking in her wake. He inclined his head in confirmation of her question, his gaze moving to the southwest as if he could see through the hundreds of miles between King's End and the Arclight. "Mmn. Things went... not as well as I had intended." The admission was grim, but her shift to face him brought his attention fully back to her as she made her offer, and the inclination of his head this time was grateful. "I would like to train without magic or weapons. There was a creature... a... spider. Of sorts. It was able to cut off magic with its webs." He dropped his gaze to consider his hand, which he curled into a fist. "A reminder that I have become to reliant on my powers. I have let my physical training... lapse, in comparison."
And still the echoes of Vox's broadcast reverberated in his skull, reminding him of the clock that was even now ticking down to some greater confrontation in a few short seasons.
