Darkeye
Nine strikes
Now Darkeye started laughing loud again so hard that he had to wipe a tear away. "I know how I look Amun, but I thank you for the try. But I can read that lie." Darkeye winked at Amun.
Darkeye's mood shifted immediately. It was not the right time to joke. "First, Amun, breathe slow and steady. How did they die? As long as you are alive, and Wessex and all other Ascended, you won't be extinguished. And you still have the Voice. Trust in your god. Then you need to train more. You weren't ready or prepared enough. A mistake many of us do. Only a few can do this mistake twice. You will learn from that, trust me. I know this for sure. This war will be hard and you are not ready for that. If you want to change, that brings your mind and your body, even your heart, to its limits. And not all fights are on the battlefield." Darkeye again gestured for Amun to breathe slowly.
"Maybe you should listen to them. You can learn many things if you are ready to listen. It's not easy, I understand this, but it's important to keep an open mind for talking. Maybe then we can prevent more deaths of your kind and people." Darkeye was not surprised by this. This was a war between gods why would they listen to each other.
Darkeye furrowed his brows. "Do you know of a man called Deimos? Is he a trustworthy man?" Darkeye felt like he could trust Deimos but he wanted to know what the people in the Ground thought about him. He looked at the dummy and smiled again. "You are strong, that is why the dummy looks like this Amun. Where is the Theskyra House? I was busy the last few days so please help me?"
"With all the growling and screaming your throat must be very dry. Take a sip, it will help." While walking, Darkeye rolled his shoulders and a loud crack was heard. When that happened he stopped for a second and breathed out with relief. "Finally."
Darkeye was ready and blocked the hand, not the staff, of Amun. He pushed Amun back with a shove. "You said you are angry. Don't hold back. Or do you want to offend me? I'm old, not dead." Darkeye's face turned into an angry grimace. With a strike of the spear, Darkeye would try to hit the hand that is holding the staff.
Darkeye's mood shifted immediately. It was not the right time to joke. "First, Amun, breathe slow and steady. How did they die? As long as you are alive, and Wessex and all other Ascended, you won't be extinguished. And you still have the Voice. Trust in your god. Then you need to train more. You weren't ready or prepared enough. A mistake many of us do. Only a few can do this mistake twice. You will learn from that, trust me. I know this for sure. This war will be hard and you are not ready for that. If you want to change, that brings your mind and your body, even your heart, to its limits. And not all fights are on the battlefield." Darkeye again gestured for Amun to breathe slowly.
"Maybe you should listen to them. You can learn many things if you are ready to listen. It's not easy, I understand this, but it's important to keep an open mind for talking. Maybe then we can prevent more deaths of your kind and people." Darkeye was not surprised by this. This was a war between gods why would they listen to each other.
Darkeye furrowed his brows. "Do you know of a man called Deimos? Is he a trustworthy man?" Darkeye felt like he could trust Deimos but he wanted to know what the people in the Ground thought about him. He looked at the dummy and smiled again. "You are strong, that is why the dummy looks like this Amun. Where is the Theskyra House? I was busy the last few days so please help me?"
"With all the growling and screaming your throat must be very dry. Take a sip, it will help." While walking, Darkeye rolled his shoulders and a loud crack was heard. When that happened he stopped for a second and breathed out with relief. "Finally."
Darkeye was ready and blocked the hand, not the staff, of Amun. He pushed Amun back with a shove. "You said you are angry. Don't hold back. Or do you want to offend me? I'm old, not dead." Darkeye's face turned into an angry grimace. With a strike of the spear, Darkeye would try to hit the hand that is holding the staff.
each for one sin
