The white sheep of the family
”Better.” It wasn’t perfect—far from it, really—but it was a marked improvement, and Loren’s voice came out encouragingly. Training took time and effort, and no one expected anyone to be perfect on their first try. Then the subject of hurting the animals came up and the summoner sighed. ”Don’t worry. They’re not real and they can’t feel pain.” At least that was true as far as the Launceleyn knew.
Then it was time to put that to the test: Oliver punched the unicorns neck and...pretty much nothing happened. The other man wasn’t that strong, the unicorn was pretty study, and he hadn’t punch anyway too vital. As the newcomer side-stepped the creature, Loren had it do something no normal horse (or unicorn, probably) would do. Instead of whirling around to face the other man, the unicorn kept its momentum but turned, its back legs coming around as it pivoted as its side sped towards Oliver. Again, it wasn’t moving fast enough to do real damage, just enough to knock the other man off balance or maybe knock him to the ground if he did something dumb.
Then it was time to put that to the test: Oliver punched the unicorns neck and...pretty much nothing happened. The other man wasn’t that strong, the unicorn was pretty study, and he hadn’t punch anyway too vital. As the newcomer side-stepped the creature, Loren had it do something no normal horse (or unicorn, probably) would do. Instead of whirling around to face the other man, the unicorn kept its momentum but turned, its back legs coming around as it pivoted as its side sped towards Oliver. Again, it wasn’t moving fast enough to do real damage, just enough to knock the other man off balance or maybe knock him to the ground if he did something dumb.
Will blood tell
