[Training] In My Sights (Open!)

zephyr

His bright enthusiasm at success warms something in your gnarled old-man heart, something that feels almost bad about the fact that you're about to rob him of the most profitable part of his hunt.

Almost.

Of course, you don't intend to fall for the same trick twice- especially when it's your trick. That would be embarrassing, and besides, it would do little to teach Kellan about Torchline life. Adaptation and adjustment and staying one step ahead: these are the true tricks the lad will have to learn, if he is to survive in this place for long. So this time though he strikes with speed and trickery, it is not enough; your arm remains resolutely in place, waiting for him to tire enough that you can push the knuckles back down to the table.

"I win."

Standing abruptly, you offer a hand to pull him to his feet. "Not a bad show, kid. Now let's get this down t'town before it gets dark, eh? I think you've got half a hide to skin for me, before the day's up." Clapping him on the back good natuedly you turn to the fallen creature, ready for your prize.

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