// not yet corpses, still we rot //
“Yeah well the Old Gods always have to have the bigger dicks don’t they?” He chides somewhat, making quite the show of rolling his eyes as he goes to grab the shield. He hooks it to the metal arm of his and holds it up, waiting for his General to focus on him so that they can get some practice in with this shift – imagining that between the speed in the dark of the Barracks for the Ascended and the other perks they have, that they might be able to make a game out of seeing just how far Wessex’s abilities go.
Instead, he watches from the edge of the shield as she shrinks herself as much as she can, lunging forward with her beak to try and nab at him but he’s quick to block her with the shield with a small little bonk on the nose. But he’s not done yet, turning swiftly enough to use the shield to try and bat her on the shoulder while keeping himself protected.
Instead, he watches from the edge of the shield as she shrinks herself as much as she can, lunging forward with her beak to try and nab at him but he’s quick to block her with the shield with a small little bonk on the nose. But he’s not done yet, turning swiftly enough to use the shield to try and bat her on the shoulder while keeping himself protected.
VARUS
