and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
He avoids the ice initially, throwing another knife Neron’s way that sinks right into the space Neron had just freed from a blade – and it’s with a bit of surprise he’d had such good aim that second time that Varus huffs a bright laugh, a big grin shot the hybrid’s way. “I don’t mind at all, thank you!” He teases, flashing a wink the other man’s way before the knives are suddenly launching back at him.
Truthfully, he’s expecting more ice, but it’s a knife that comes careening toward him and despite his attempt to dodge – there’s two of them aimed his way, one misses and the other pierces his arm just above the elbow, a slight bubbling of fluid that darkens the cloth around his good arm. “Definitely a soldier.” He teases, flashing a wink, grabbing the knife from his arm and immediately using it to throw it back at the hybrid – moving quickly in a half circle around the other man before he does.
"And you?" What were Neron's perks, if say, war were coming?
Truthfully, he’s expecting more ice, but it’s a knife that comes careening toward him and despite his attempt to dodge – there’s two of them aimed his way, one misses and the other pierces his arm just above the elbow, a slight bubbling of fluid that darkens the cloth around his good arm. “Definitely a soldier.” He teases, flashing a wink, grabbing the knife from his arm and immediately using it to throw it back at the hybrid – moving quickly in a half circle around the other man before he does.
"And you?" What were Neron's perks, if say, war were coming?
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