how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
What the incident with the Sea Panther taught me is that I can apparently call down a God, but other ‘n that, I can’t really do shit. Stab things? Sure, I can do that too, but apparently not well enough. An’ it’s not in a depressing, defeatest sorta way, just a realization that these Outlanders and Grounders are fucking strong an’ if I ever want t’be able to hold my own against ‘em, I gotta fix that.
Magic is outta the question. So… I guess that leaves magical things. An’ knowing how to use ‘em.
I hold the Sea Panther horn gingerly, for some reason worried that it might break. I feel its weight, its heft, the way it won’t cut the way a normal knife or blade will. It’s purely a… skewering weapon. An’ impaling sorta thing, which is crazy because I’ve never, ever, fought with somethin like that before. Pointy bit only.
So I wade out to the shallows of the sandbar and squat down, becoming very still, my hands hovering with the blade right above the water, just waiting for something to swim by…
Magic is outta the question. So… I guess that leaves magical things. An’ knowing how to use ‘em.
I hold the Sea Panther horn gingerly, for some reason worried that it might break. I feel its weight, its heft, the way it won’t cut the way a normal knife or blade will. It’s purely a… skewering weapon. An’ impaling sorta thing, which is crazy because I’ve never, ever, fought with somethin like that before. Pointy bit only.
So I wade out to the shallows of the sandbar and squat down, becoming very still, my hands hovering with the blade right above the water, just waiting for something to swim by…
