// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
“Oh ack, where’s the fun in analyzing me?” He replies with his own playful grin. “Besides, you’ve seen nothing yet.” All she’s seen is this side of him, and the slightly brooding bit. But aside from that? When he’s in the zone of training or war? He becomes someone else entirely. So he snorts when she bumps his shoulder and he steps back to give her room and watch as the shell plops in the outer ring.
He can’t help but to laugh, a barking sound into the night, as he steps up after marking her points. “Yeah? We’ll see about that.” He chimes to her, moving to throw one of his rocks toward the bullseye and watches as it lands right in the second ring, somewhat in the middle of it. “Twenty for meeeee!” He chimes in a sing song tone, marking his points and smirks at Isla. “You gotta up your game, Isla.”
He can’t help but to laugh, a barking sound into the night, as he steps up after marking her points. “Yeah? We’ll see about that.” He chimes to her, moving to throw one of his rocks toward the bullseye and watches as it lands right in the second ring, somewhat in the middle of it. “Twenty for meeeee!” He chimes in a sing song tone, marking his points and smirks at Isla. “You gotta up your game, Isla.”
VARUS
