Neron
"You failed?" Neron feigns a gasp, though the lack of flames and the smoky firling makes it fairly obvious, now that he has time to think about it. "They are moving away so I wouldn't consider it a complete failure," he adds, turning back around to face her just in time to see her rip the upgrade from the base of her skull. "A platoon of trees? Don't the Greatwood already have something like that?" And it makes him want to roll his eyes right out of his head about it.
But anyway, back to training. A battlemage by nature, he remains where he is as Wessex asks where they ought to start, the Hailstorm letting a smile creep back across his lips. "I'll stick to what I know, if it's all the same. Show me what you've got," he invites, only to send a lance of ice her way to start them off.
But anyway, back to training. A battlemage by nature, he remains where he is as Wessex asks where they ought to start, the Hailstorm letting a smile creep back across his lips. "I'll stick to what I know, if it's all the same. Show me what you've got," he invites, only to send a lance of ice her way to start them off.
i am mine
before i am ever anyone else’s
before i am ever anyone else’s
