remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The crunch and crack, the bone’s futile resistance, ensured they were likely done for the day. Loren’s wild swing clipped around his hips, and the beast made no measure to counter or maneuver away from it, justifying the bruising as he watched the Firebrand stumble back, and then subsequently fall over, blood tarnishing the snow. Not to be the first, nor the last time, amidst the training grounds.So he shook his head and sighed, recalling Loren had literally asked for a training session of this magnitude, and any guilt or shame he might’ve held was glossed over, gone, and away moments thereafter. “This has been enough,” he rumbled, maneuvering forward, extending a gruff, calloused hand, enabling the other man to find his bearings and feet again.
A silent request unfurled through bonds and adornments, and Zuriel came through the open door, a snort, a sigh, unbidden in the ensuing motions. Clearly unimpressed, and likely tired of having to heal the Sword so frequently, he arched a brow, indicating the offer with Loren stood first. He’d likely be capable of mending on his own, but the extension was there all the same.
out for vengeance
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