Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
"I know of the coming war. My problem is I don't know why your gods fight. But if a war is close and bloodshed is coming, Kor isn't far. In all beings is a little bit from our gods and we are their children. That's why gods are cruel. Most of them, not all. They want to see, like drunken idiots in a tavern, how their children fight and die. And if anyone died then they cry in pain and suffering, pointing at each other why they did it... Gods are not all-knowing. Gods can make mistakes too and from my memory, they do many..." his hand went for his beard again. He knew that Kor would talk to him in battle.
In disbelieve, he looked at Deimos. Magic worked differently in this world. He had to learn what the limits of this Magic were quick. Otherwise, he would be killed too fast. Darkeye shrugged a bit. Slowly he took the handle of the wooden sword. He weighed the sword in his hand, checking its balance point.
Then he tried some practice swings. " I will try young one, I will try. The pointy end must go in the enemy right?"He smiled and hoped that this joke would loosen the mod a bit. He took a leather band and fixed his beard. Darkeye took the sword not too tight not too weak. He started slow. A slash here and there to get a feeling for the weapon. After a few strikes, he started and tried to show he was capable. A feint for what would be the right leg turning into a strike for the left kidney. His fighting style was not for show. Many of his strikes were focused on the lower part of the body. But he felt it was too slow. This new body had limits. It wasn't fast enough for his feelings. After a few strikes, he stopped and waited for Deimos' opinion.
In disbelieve, he looked at Deimos. Magic worked differently in this world. He had to learn what the limits of this Magic were quick. Otherwise, he would be killed too fast. Darkeye shrugged a bit. Slowly he took the handle of the wooden sword. He weighed the sword in his hand, checking its balance point.
Then he tried some practice swings. " I will try young one, I will try. The pointy end must go in the enemy right?"He smiled and hoped that this joke would loosen the mod a bit. He took a leather band and fixed his beard. Darkeye took the sword not too tight not too weak. He started slow. A slash here and there to get a feeling for the weapon. After a few strikes, he started and tried to show he was capable. A feint for what would be the right leg turning into a strike for the left kidney. His fighting style was not for show. Many of his strikes were focused on the lower part of the body. But he felt it was too slow. This new body had limits. It wasn't fast enough for his feelings. After a few strikes, he stopped and waited for Deimos' opinion.
— the smartest do
