[Training] (SE) shoot to kill, i guess

it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so

Catching on fast kept me alive so long. He retorts, pleased to find that the mental voice and conversation between the two of them actually worked for starters. Besides, what was the harm in trying? It isn’t like he was saying anything aloud to look a fool anyway. So his gaze lifts as she arrives, sliding over a fallen beam into what used to be his backyard. His head remains fairly even as he tries to still himself as much as possible, listening for her answer, his metal hand slipping into the pocket at his side to pull out a throwing knife, one that within a few seconds he’s wielding and once he’s sure that both Loki and Wessex aren’t in the way, he turns ninety degrees and launches the throwing knife into the statue’s broken hands.

Once that’s done, he rolls back on his heels before his bright blue gaze lifts to Wessex with a nod. “Yep.” He pauses, huffing a sigh he doesn’t need, moving himself to stand beside her so he can accurately point out the pieces. “The Ruins used to be a sprawling city, not unlike Stormbreak.” His head tilts a fraction. “We’re standing in the ruins of what used to be my house.” He frowns, reaching up with his metal arm to run a hand through his hair, before he casts a glance back at Wessex. “Now it’s nothing more than overgrown rubble, dubbed the Ruins, with little treasures of past lives I’m sure people have stumbled upon.”

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