zephyr
He's defiant you note with some satisfied surprise, raising an eyebrow at the challenge, as well as the rude (but appropriate) epithet. "What, lookin' t'get beat again so soon?" There's a chorus of pops as you roll your head, then flex and open your fingers. "Aitr, but only if it's a fair fight. Let an old man teach ya some tricks."
Assuming he isn't too proud to reject you, you put your elbow on the old tree again, opening your hand for him to take. You won't start fighting unless he does; you were genuine in your offer to teach him some things, a paternal instinct stirring in your breast.
Assuming he isn't too proud to reject you, you put your elbow on the old tree again, opening your hand for him to take. You won't start fighting unless he does; you were genuine in your offer to teach him some things, a paternal instinct stirring in your breast.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
