what are you afraid of
Aisha snorted, grin still pulling at her lips as she looked him over. She gave a nod, "You did, but unfortunately love won't dismember your enemies," she replied cheekily. Love could do many things, in many ways it was as sharp and dangerous as a sword and just as rewarding as a battle. But Aisha preferred to keep romance at a distance, call it personal proclivity.
Despite his comment about not being a fighter, Amun stepped from where he lounged, skidding to a halt closer to her. She raised her chin a bit as he spoke, "That's the spirit potter," stepping back to show him to where some weapons had been laid out for the day. "I'm best with training in swords, but we can try anything you want," she shrugged, not having really tested her mettle with another weapon in sometime. Either way, she was excited to begin.
Despite his comment about not being a fighter, Amun stepped from where he lounged, skidding to a halt closer to her. She raised her chin a bit as he spoke, "That's the spirit potter," stepping back to show him to where some weapons had been laid out for the day. "I'm best with training in swords, but we can try anything you want," she shrugged, not having really tested her mettle with another weapon in sometime. Either way, she was excited to begin.
the cat's on your side
AISHA
