and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
An elegant dodge from the other man does spark the raise of a brow – a glimmer of a distraction before the fluid on his arm sparks those sensors to start pounding in his head. It’s fine, it’s all fine. He’d top up and heal from the wound in no time. Besides, there’s conversation and more ice flying his way.
He does his best to hear what Neron has to say, the idea of battle mages becomes quite intriguing and he moves to dodge the ice shards sent his way with his own elegant evade. “Ah but the flying knives are always there, aren’t they?” Varus retorts, flashing another fanged grin and throwing not just one but two throwing knives the hybrid’s way.
“Seems like you got a tight ship at least.” He adds about the bar, already stepping into motion to try and determine what Neron would retaliate with and if he could get away with avoiding it another time.
He does his best to hear what Neron has to say, the idea of battle mages becomes quite intriguing and he moves to dodge the ice shards sent his way with his own elegant evade. “Ah but the flying knives are always there, aren’t they?” Varus retorts, flashing another fanged grin and throwing not just one but two throwing knives the hybrid’s way.
“Seems like you got a tight ship at least.” He adds about the bar, already stepping into motion to try and determine what Neron would retaliate with and if he could get away with avoiding it another time.
VARUS
