The white sheep of the family
Loren had been patrolling, looking for anything untoward. Now that they were a decent amount of the way through LongNight, he was worried about people going stir crazy. Also, he himself was feeling restless, so he welcomed any chance to stretch his legs. It didn’t take long for him to stumble upon a strange dull thumping sound. Further investigation revealed it was Oliver punching a sack. The other man’s technique was terrible, and the summoner leaned against a nearby wall. ”Make sure to keep your thump on the outside of your fist, your feet pointed towards the target, and to use the momentum from your hips to give your punches enough force.” While the Launceleyn was primarily a magician, he’d had combat training of all sorts.
”I’ve always found that a moving target provides a bit more of a challenge. I’d be happy to provide one.” He was feeling too lazy to actually throw a punch himself, but he had other skills. He cycled through the creatures he could summon before settling on a golem. Which...failed to manifest.
Frowning, he tried a luxere. Again, nothing. Ogre, pegasus, still nothing showed up. A bear flickered into being briefly, followed by two wolves that appeared and disappeared, which were replaced by three rabbits. Finally, dismissing the rabbits, he called upon a unicorn. Thankfully, that appeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief. However, try as he might to keep the panic from his face, surely some of it shone through. Whatever was going on with his magic—parts staying behind, summons now failing to show up—he’d figure it out after LongNight.
For now, Oliver had a unicorn to contend with. While it was a healer, it was also a huge fucking horse with a horn on one end. At Loren’s unspoken command, it trotted forward, aiming to shoulder the other man to the ground.
”I’ve always found that a moving target provides a bit more of a challenge. I’d be happy to provide one.” He was feeling too lazy to actually throw a punch himself, but he had other skills. He cycled through the creatures he could summon before settling on a golem. Which...failed to manifest.
Frowning, he tried a luxere. Again, nothing. Ogre, pegasus, still nothing showed up. A bear flickered into being briefly, followed by two wolves that appeared and disappeared, which were replaced by three rabbits. Finally, dismissing the rabbits, he called upon a unicorn. Thankfully, that appeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief. However, try as he might to keep the panic from his face, surely some of it shone through. Whatever was going on with his magic—parts staying behind, summons now failing to show up—he’d figure it out after LongNight.
For now, Oliver had a unicorn to contend with. While it was a healer, it was also a huge fucking horse with a horn on one end. At Loren’s unspoken command, it trotted forward, aiming to shoulder the other man to the ground.
Will blood tell
