'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Throwing himself into the motions instead of mulling over his realization, Liam adjusted his grip on the stone and dodged to the side as another pinecone came sailing his way. Zavien was throwing them in earnest now, and Liam was in near-constant motion as he dodged this way and that, backwards and forwards, trying to keep his opponent - if Zavien could be called that - guessing as to where he might go next.
He caught sight of one pinecone too late and tried to spin out of the way, but the rock weighed him down enough that he was slowed. The projectile hit the back of his shoulder, and Liam made a face. "Nice one," he offered, then continued on. His arms were beginning to ache now, but the soldier pressed on, determined not to break off the training before he'd really gotten the hang of it. "So," he said, his voice only slightly strained. "Adding range. What's your preference? I've gotten rather used to hunting with a bow and arrow, but I've always favored swordplay when it comes to battle." Although he could certainly see the appeal to a more ranged option.
He caught sight of one pinecone too late and tried to spin out of the way, but the rock weighed him down enough that he was slowed. The projectile hit the back of his shoulder, and Liam made a face. "Nice one," he offered, then continued on. His arms were beginning to ache now, but the soldier pressed on, determined not to break off the training before he'd really gotten the hang of it. "So," he said, his voice only slightly strained. "Adding range. What's your preference? I've gotten rather used to hunting with a bow and arrow, but I've always favored swordplay when it comes to battle." Although he could certainly see the appeal to a more ranged option.
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
