While Zuriel worked (her own haughty acknowledgement channeling through), he snorted, and it billowed through bond not as frustration, but more of a brief admonishment. [say]Yes, but they also do more than jump upon another’s back.[/say] That wouldn’t always be effective, especially depending on the size of his adversary or opponent. He’d learn more as he experienced more. [say]When you get the chance, study your peers, and like animals.[/say] Oliver should find, look for, those alley cats and watch how they conducted themselves, how they hunted, how they moved, how they stalked. It would provide a wealth of information, simply through observation. He could then hone his own skills, practice amidst further, future skirmishes.
But this shouldn’t have been about proving anything to him. The Sword was not a baseline for approval.
The tones thereafter caused him to narrow his eyes though. Had he ever been in such a way when he was younger – apprehensive, nervous, inclined to seek validation at every turn? He couldn’t recall, perhaps as a child, but as he’d grown, so too had his confidence in his own abilities. Practice became instinctual, instinctual became inherent, and inherent motions became unfurled, blistering vengeance. So he’d oblige the fellow beast. [say]Yes.[/say] He would be here, remain, for Oliver and anyone else who required his training and knowledge.
But this shouldn’t have been about proving anything to him. The Sword was not a baseline for approval.
The tones thereafter caused him to narrow his eyes though. Had he ever been in such a way when he was younger – apprehensive, nervous, inclined to seek validation at every turn? He couldn’t recall, perhaps as a child, but as he’d grown, so too had his confidence in his own abilities. Practice became instinctual, instinctual became inherent, and inherent motions became unfurled, blistering vengeance. So he’d oblige the fellow beast. [say]Yes.[/say] He would be here, remain, for Oliver and anyone else who required his training and knowledge.
