my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun nodded along to Edwyn's explanation. "Let me guess, now you've got a drinking problem of another kind," the potter quipped. Grinning, he made sure to flash his fangs. "Have you found that your immortal existence has greatly improved your writing?" He raised an eyebrow.
Chuckling at the awe in the writer's words, the guild master shrugged. "Just a gift from the Voice. I am sure you will have many similar gifts from her soon enough." He smiled, practically beaming at the discussion of their goddess.
As the point of his blade touched the other man's chest, Amun's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting to actually be able to land a blow. Still, he slid back, lowering his sword. Bending down, he retrieved Edwyn's weapon and held it out to him, hilt first. "With normal people, I'd advise you to watch their chest. Eyes can lie, but once you learn how muscles move, you can tell what your opponent is planning to do as soon as they start to do it."
Assuming the writer took his sword, the potter would step back. Sliding his feet apart and turning his body to present a smaller target, he nodded at the other man. "Watch." With that, the guild master would move into the same lunge, but at a much slower pace, to give Edwyn a chance to study how Amun's body shifted during the strike.
Chuckling at the awe in the writer's words, the guild master shrugged. "Just a gift from the Voice. I am sure you will have many similar gifts from her soon enough." He smiled, practically beaming at the discussion of their goddess.
As the point of his blade touched the other man's chest, Amun's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting to actually be able to land a blow. Still, he slid back, lowering his sword. Bending down, he retrieved Edwyn's weapon and held it out to him, hilt first. "With normal people, I'd advise you to watch their chest. Eyes can lie, but once you learn how muscles move, you can tell what your opponent is planning to do as soon as they start to do it."
Assuming the writer took his sword, the potter would step back. Sliding his feet apart and turning his body to present a smaller target, he nodded at the other man. "Watch." With that, the guild master would move into the same lunge, but at a much slower pace, to give Edwyn a chance to study how Amun's body shifted during the strike.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
