Not moving from his place, he continued his gentle assault with his arsenal of pinecones. Sol still zipped this way and that, bobbing up and down as he snagged new or discarded ammunition. It gave Zavien the means to plant his feet and focus on Liam's reactions, ensuring that he didn't push too far even as he saw the sweat and quickened breath.
"I know how to use a bow - just as all Dragoons do - but it's never been my weapon of choice. There's something honorable about facing someone down with a sword." Not that the other ways weren't honorable, but he found it resonated with him more, skill facing skill. Shrugging his shoulders, Zavien gave the man a smile. "That's why I'm hoping this item can help increase the range of my sword strikes." Throwing another pinecone, he added, "Tal's daggers gave me the idea. Have you met him?"
"I know how to use a bow - just as all Dragoons do - but it's never been my weapon of choice. There's something honorable about facing someone down with a sword." Not that the other ways weren't honorable, but he found it resonated with him more, skill facing skill. Shrugging his shoulders, Zavien gave the man a smile. "That's why I'm hoping this item can help increase the range of my sword strikes." Throwing another pinecone, he added, "Tal's daggers gave me the idea. Have you met him?"
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