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A surprise, but a welcome one, he had expected far more scorn from someone he assumed saw little of worth in him. Scorn he had hoped to had thrown his way, it would had made things far easier. Painting an enemy on a (relatively) friendly face was a far more arduous task than expected, and the lack of proper hostility had him second guessing himself.
But the words of a god was not to be questioned, especially not those when those words contained not an ounce of uncertainty. No lingering questions, no soft wrappings, I was an order.
Thoughts churned in his head as he ran the laps like he was told. By the second he was starting to feel the weight of his padded jacket, of the boiled cuirass and it reminded him of what he traded for a sense of security. Well fitted as the pieces was, he could still feel how they took the edge off his usual explosive power, what limited agility he sported still remained though.
As he came up on the last lap what had gone 'round his head several times already finally hit home. Anything. That was what he had promised. It was no longer his choice if he was to answer the call, he already had. Drenched and red faced as he was, the Leafchange night felt mighty cold as he closed in onWessex.
He put on his best imitation of a determined and uncaring man, a warrior there to train, not to brood. "What now? We running all night?" he asked, voice harder than intended.
But the words of a god was not to be questioned, especially not those when those words contained not an ounce of uncertainty. No lingering questions, no soft wrappings, I was an order.
Thoughts churned in his head as he ran the laps like he was told. By the second he was starting to feel the weight of his padded jacket, of the boiled cuirass and it reminded him of what he traded for a sense of security. Well fitted as the pieces was, he could still feel how they took the edge off his usual explosive power, what limited agility he sported still remained though.
As he came up on the last lap what had gone 'round his head several times already finally hit home. Anything. That was what he had promised. It was no longer his choice if he was to answer the call, he already had. Drenched and red faced as he was, the Leafchange night felt mighty cold as he closed in on
He put on his best imitation of a determined and uncaring man, a warrior there to train, not to brood. "What now? We running all night?" he asked, voice harder than intended.
