I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
Sam took the staff, wondering what the hell he was doing as he tried to feel out it's weight and find the best place to hold it, his hands feeling weak and like they could shake off at any moment along with his confidence. At least Melita appeared to follow his request, offering to put her arm behind her back: possibly a handicap he ought to be embarrassed to need, but he didn't have any misconceptions about his own ability; he was sure even like that she could beat him. He nodded.
"Um...t-tell me what to do. With it." He asked, holding the staff out in front of him, two hands on it evenly spaced as he'd seen people do before, but with no idea what to do after that point. As unnatural as it felt, without the Voice's protection it would help him to learn some personal defence. "Do I...po...poke you...?"
"Um...t-tell me what to do. With it." He asked, holding the staff out in front of him, two hands on it evenly spaced as he'd seen people do before, but with no idea what to do after that point. As unnatural as it felt, without the Voice's protection it would help him to learn some personal defence. "Do I...po...poke you...?"
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means
SAMUEL
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