and all their words for glory, well they always sounded empty
“Oh nothing much.” Varus says with a crooked smirk, one that shows off one little fang as he walks over to pull the weights and equipment out. “Just getting my arm shredding to shit in the last Big War we had. Incredible timing, I know.” He says it almost as if he’s proud, despite being everything but. But if Amun does the math, it certainly pins Varus as centuries old.
He offers a spar, though, and his head tilts slightly as he regards Amun, looking him up and down for any weaknesses. “No biting, only because I’ve got something stored I need to keep for a while longer.” But other than that? He honestly doesn’t care. “Feel free to scratch and dip away.” He admits with a snort, standing still and rotating the metal arm until Amun is a fair distance away. “Upgrades included?” He asks, leaving it open for Amun to decide.
Regardless of the answer, he takes up a stance and waits for Amun to take the first shot.
He offers a spar, though, and his head tilts slightly as he regards Amun, looking him up and down for any weaknesses. “No biting, only because I’ve got something stored I need to keep for a while longer.” But other than that? He honestly doesn’t care. “Feel free to scratch and dip away.” He admits with a snort, standing still and rotating the metal arm until Amun is a fair distance away. “Upgrades included?” He asks, leaving it open for Amun to decide.
Regardless of the answer, he takes up a stance and waits for Amun to take the first shot.
VARUS
