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Weakness, what little edge he had had felt dulled but replaced with a fury ignited by the transgression. A step beyond what line had been drawn in the sand, a breach of some sort of mutual respect he had imagined had existed. Eyes alit with a rage he hadn't felt in ages flitted towards the little pile of belongings he had left behind, and the bushel of javelins stood enough off to the side to not get in the way for the supposedly friendly wrestling match.
A better man had would've known his limits, accepting defeat and bidding a hasty retreat, but in that very moment he wasn't. Instead of a hero knowing better than to be a stubborn fool he was a very angry cobbler. A few wobbling steps to find his footing again before almost snarling and tossing all his heft towardsWessex, hoping to... Well, what exactly wasn't very clear, but at least it made him feel better in the moment.
A better man had would've known his limits, accepting defeat and bidding a hasty retreat, but in that very moment he wasn't. Instead of a hero knowing better than to be a stubborn fool he was a very angry cobbler. A few wobbling steps to find his footing again before almost snarling and tossing all his heft towards
