Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Luciana glanced over as the stranger spoke up. Grimacing, she shrugged, returning her attention to the bout. "Not a fan, no. It strikes me as unreliable. A crutch." Everything done by magic was tainted in her mind, but she wasn't dumb enough to admit that to someone she didn't know.
One of the mages landed a lucky spell: her opponent dropped to the ground, out cold. The winner whooped, before hurrying over to help her sparring partner out of the ring.
The craftswoman rolled her neck, throwing back her hood as she did. "I'm not much of a fighter, but yeah, when I do it's my fists or my weapons." She gestured at the now empty training area. "Care to find out for yourself?" Regardless of the man's response, she would step into the center, pulling her mace off her hip as she did.
One of the mages landed a lucky spell: her opponent dropped to the ground, out cold. The winner whooped, before hurrying over to help her sparring partner out of the ring.
The craftswoman rolled her neck, throwing back her hood as she did. "I'm not much of a fighter, but yeah, when I do it's my fists or my weapons." She gestured at the now empty training area. "Care to find out for yourself?" Regardless of the man's response, she would step into the center, pulling her mace off her hip as she did.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
