remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
A patient and composed being most of the time, the Sword waited with the same level of dignity and stoicism, save for a slight arch of his brow, pondering how the gift would be received. It was slightly difficult to surmise at first, based solely on reactions – Noah was also impassive and forbearing. However, some keen notes seemed content, and he snorted, the smallest of smiles curling again. “Yes. And you are welcome.”Stepping back to witness the proceedings, the grin grew as the flares flickered, as the targets ignited, as everything pieced together in a fine display of a miniature inferno. Just as he’d intended. Pleased with the outcome, snorting lightly at the laugh, he contorted his own machinations – not the water or ice this time, but the measures of fires to match. The conflagration combined with all the haze and determination of the past month conformed and contorted into a rapid zeal; a fury, a ricocheting volley of power and dominion, watching as it collapsed the target, sent it into smoldering pieces along the snow.
Only thereafter did he pause, never having raised a finger, or moved a muscle. “You like it, then?” By way of a joke – pondering if there were any other considerations or changes to be had.
out for vengeance
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