soldier boy
Icarus winces at himself for her obvious answer. He should have been more specific with his question, but he wasn't used to having to ask specific questions. As a soldier, he answers them in short, clipped 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir' and putting his body to the task with the single-minded determination that was expected of him. He cannot blame this woman -- Nova, he thinks? He had heard rumors around the barracks of someone staying in Halo with dangerous grace and glittery on her face -- for the obvious, playful tilt of her head as she answers the question he asked.
Sheathing his sword, he takes another hesitant step forward. "Sorry. I didn't ask that right. I meant..." He makes a small gesture to the standing corpse of the training dummy, the straw hanging out of it and strewn on the floor next to it. "How'd you learn to use it like that?" She wields it like he wields his sword, a dangerous extension of his body, so innate and instinctual it didn't look like she was conjuring as much as just reaching for something that was already there.
His wrist twists by his side and he works up a thin tendril of water, letting it weave and snake around his whirling wrist. It's a thin, whirling thing, unobtrusive and even gentle as it moves around his wrist. Nothing like the shards of ice Nova crystalized and sent hurtling towards the unsuspecting training dummy. "I've got it too," He says quietly, perhaps a little obtusely as the proof of his statement winds around his wrist. "But I don't use it like you do."
Sheathing his sword, he takes another hesitant step forward. "Sorry. I didn't ask that right. I meant..." He makes a small gesture to the standing corpse of the training dummy, the straw hanging out of it and strewn on the floor next to it. "How'd you learn to use it like that?" She wields it like he wields his sword, a dangerous extension of his body, so innate and instinctual it didn't look like she was conjuring as much as just reaching for something that was already there.
His wrist twists by his side and he works up a thin tendril of water, letting it weave and snake around his whirling wrist. It's a thin, whirling thing, unobtrusive and even gentle as it moves around his wrist. Nothing like the shards of ice Nova crystalized and sent hurtling towards the unsuspecting training dummy. "I've got it too," He says quietly, perhaps a little obtusely as the proof of his statement winds around his wrist. "But I don't use it like you do."
Icarus
oh my little soldier boy
