There's someone inside me
That softly kills everyone around
That softly kills everyone around
Pleased to have suggested something that Maea seemed to like, Liam was nonetheless surprised by her request. “Of course,” he said, leaning to press a kiss to her forehead. It would be an honor to craft something for her, and meaningful, too: it would be like a little piece of him would be with her always, there to defend her should she need it. Of course, that meant that he needed to actually create a hairstick, and he was halfway down the rabbit hole of what that might entail when he remembered they were going another round.
Picking up his Oakblade, he was yet again surprised by how light it was. While sheathed, it had hardly any heft to it at all. It was only when he wielded it with intent that it would grow heavier, dealing devastating blows that would hopefully prove useful against his adversary. Maea selected a blunt sword and a shield for herself, and Liam smiled crookedly at her. “I would never,” he assured her - particularly given that she was wielding them to help him get used to his own weapon.
Liam drew his own sword, leaving the sheath behind as he turned towards Maea. It was strange indeed to have the weapon shift weights as he thought of various attacks and defenses, but it should meld seamlessly with his intent. That was the theory, anyway.
Preparing to attack, Liam paused. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for Maea’s affirmative. It was only when she agreed that Liam would move, sending a quick, light blow towards Maea, giving her the chance to get used to her choice of sword and shield.
Picking up his Oakblade, he was yet again surprised by how light it was. While sheathed, it had hardly any heft to it at all. It was only when he wielded it with intent that it would grow heavier, dealing devastating blows that would hopefully prove useful against his adversary. Maea selected a blunt sword and a shield for herself, and Liam smiled crookedly at her. “I would never,” he assured her - particularly given that she was wielding them to help him get used to his own weapon.
Liam drew his own sword, leaving the sheath behind as he turned towards Maea. It was strange indeed to have the weapon shift weights as he thought of various attacks and defenses, but it should meld seamlessly with his intent. That was the theory, anyway.
Preparing to attack, Liam paused. “Ready?” he asked, waiting for Maea’s affirmative. It was only when she agreed that Liam would move, sending a quick, light blow towards Maea, giving her the chance to get used to her choice of sword and shield.
They don't know they're dead to me cause
Intent never makes a sound
Intent never makes a sound
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
