Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
"I never said it was a bar." Edwyn points out with a chuckle, clearly pleased that Amun had picked up on the type of joke he was going for though. "But now that you mention it...I am much better in bars than I am in training arenas."
Glancing down at the landshark that seems to have an eye for ankles, the ascended blinks at the little creature before raising a relieved blue stare to Amun, only for it to turn crooked and a shade bashful. "Oh." With a polite smile, not quite knowing how to take the potter's comment—suggestive? helpful?—the writer watches as the other man strikes a post.
"Well, I'm not looking for anything life-threatening here, so I assume that should be quick easy?" Reaching for a sword similar to Amun's, and wielding it with far less grace and muscle dexterity, the writer tries (and fails) to roll his wrist with it as Amun had done. Shooting the other man a crooked smile at his failed efforts, he lunges forward with an absolutely predictable series of slashes.
Glancing down at the landshark that seems to have an eye for ankles, the ascended blinks at the little creature before raising a relieved blue stare to Amun, only for it to turn crooked and a shade bashful. "Oh." With a polite smile, not quite knowing how to take the potter's comment—suggestive? helpful?—the writer watches as the other man strikes a post.
"Well, I'm not looking for anything life-threatening here, so I assume that should be quick easy?" Reaching for a sword similar to Amun's, and wielding it with far less grace and muscle dexterity, the writer tries (and fails) to roll his wrist with it as Amun had done. Shooting the other man a crooked smile at his failed efforts, he lunges forward with an absolutely predictable series of slashes.
it's to create something that
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