Peter
Limited? Peters head cocked slowly to the side, his brows coming together in the picture of quietly annoyed confusion. Was this really the man so many people were making a fuss about? Well, fuss was perhaps not the right word, but his name had bee mentioned enough that Peter had picked up on ti, ha decided to come out here.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Peter turned an led the way into the grassy space, trying to figure out what to do now. If they couldn't spar properly, then perhaps he could assign some task? Something like what Zariah had done for him the first time they had trained together.
"People have been... talking about you." Peter began, turning to face Rory once he'd stopped and looking around the pasture. "I'm here to... to see if there is reason to be talking." He knew it sounded ominous, the kind of thing that would put a nervous stone in his stomach if it was directed towards him. Years of watching other people rule had given him some experience to work with now that he was on this side of the encounter, but it was a little worrying how easy it was to slip on the glove of power and wield it.
Peter rolled his shoulders and pulled a scarf from around his neck, wrapping it around his arm in two loose loops. "Try to take this from me. However you can." It sounded like a reasonable exercise, but he kept a careful eye on the other mans face, watching his reaction. "I.. I'll fight back, but not to hurt you."
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Peter turned an led the way into the grassy space, trying to figure out what to do now. If they couldn't spar properly, then perhaps he could assign some task? Something like what Zariah had done for him the first time they had trained together.
"People have been... talking about you." Peter began, turning to face Rory once he'd stopped and looking around the pasture. "I'm here to... to see if there is reason to be talking." He knew it sounded ominous, the kind of thing that would put a nervous stone in his stomach if it was directed towards him. Years of watching other people rule had given him some experience to work with now that he was on this side of the encounter, but it was a little worrying how easy it was to slip on the glove of power and wield it.
Peter rolled his shoulders and pulled a scarf from around his neck, wrapping it around his arm in two loose loops. "Try to take this from me. However you can." It sounded like a reasonable exercise, but he kept a careful eye on the other mans face, watching his reaction. "I.. I'll fight back, but not to hurt you."
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
