We can easily forgive a child
who is afraid of the dark
who is afraid of the dark
He smiles at the playful tease, certain that Sol would disagree from his exploring over the lighthouse. Still, he chuckles, giving Ronin a knowing look. "Thanks, although I don't think you'll need it anyways." Zavien knows he's gotten stronger since their last spar, but not nearly strong enough to stand a chance against a seasoned demigod like Ronin.
"I was tasked with using my cuff against someone. It helps to extend the range of my attacks." His finger comes up to tap against the small leather cuff on his wrist, the starlight shimmering lightly in the embossed scales. Other than a few small tinkerings before the battle, Zavien hasn't gotten a chance to actually use it, and the childish excitement in his eyes will be extremely apparent as he looks to Ronin. "I don't have a lot of practice with it, but sometimes just jumping into things is best." Adaptability and all that.
"I was tasked with using my cuff against someone. It helps to extend the range of my attacks." His finger comes up to tap against the small leather cuff on his wrist, the starlight shimmering lightly in the embossed scales. Other than a few small tinkerings before the battle, Zavien hasn't gotten a chance to actually use it, and the childish excitement in his eyes will be extremely apparent as he looks to Ronin. "I don't have a lot of practice with it, but sometimes just jumping into things is best." Adaptability and all that.
The real tragedy is men
who are afraid of the light
who are afraid of the light
Zavien
