Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
Watching as Amaris got acquainted with the mace, Luciana grunted at the woman's words. "You'd be better off dousing the Ascended in oil and throwing a torch at them," she responded. "Or having Dramyrth light them up." She nodded at the dragonling again.
Rolling her eyes, she planted the head of the mace on the floor with a bit more force than was strictly necessary. "You can't. Not without help from the gods."
She put her free hand on her hip. "There's a reason you don't see flaming weapons around. Because it doesn't work. The oils and the heat warps the metal, ruins the weapon. Plus you're much more likely to burn yourself then your opponent." She narrowed her eyes at the Blade.
Rolling her eyes, she planted the head of the mace on the floor with a bit more force than was strictly necessary. "You can't. Not without help from the gods."
She put her free hand on her hip. "There's a reason you don't see flaming weapons around. Because it doesn't work. The oils and the heat warps the metal, ruins the weapon. Plus you're much more likely to burn yourself then your opponent." She narrowed her eyes at the Blade.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
