and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
Unsurprisingly, with the years of practice under Varus’ belt when it came to working with others as well as alone, they make a good pair. Wessex and Loki take out a decent amount of gourds while Varus’ knives fly through the air to reach the gourds he’s picked himself. And then, when he manages to take them down and he’s collecting his knives, he’s turning to throw them back at the next set of gourds.
They zip through precisely at the same time Wessex goes down, and there’s a soft chuckle that leaves him as he reaches over with his metal hand to help her up. “A bit slick, huh?” He asks with a wide grin, helping her up where he can before he slips too and nearly does his own rendition of Wessex’s fall. He manages to catch himself, though, not before his legs start to slide out in an awful attempt at the splits, broken up only by the metal hand that digs into the earth he pushes himself back upright with.
They zip through precisely at the same time Wessex goes down, and there’s a soft chuckle that leaves him as he reaches over with his metal hand to help her up. “A bit slick, huh?” He asks with a wide grin, helping her up where he can before he slips too and nearly does his own rendition of Wessex’s fall. He manages to catch himself, though, not before his legs start to slide out in an awful attempt at the splits, broken up only by the metal hand that digs into the earth he pushes himself back upright with.
VARUS
