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Blinking at Darkeye's age, Amun's lips parted. He examined the other man, before finally nodding. "I suppose that's true. Though you don't look a day over one fifty." Letting out a short laugh, the potter's lips twitched again.
His fingers tightened on his weapon until they were white knuckled. Sweeping the flail in another crushing blow, he grunted. "Two people I cared about were just murdered. And I am facing the eradication of my kind." Snarling he kicked the dummy, the weapon suddenly not visceral enough for the rage sweeping through him. "I just wished there was something, anything I could do. Besides fetching water or whatever it is we're expected to do for beings that couldn't care less about us at best or want us dead at worst."
Nodding, he ran his fingers along the metal weapon. "From the Voice. I doubt any other god would answer if I prayed to them, and I doubt that I'd like the answer if they did." He snorted, shaking his head at the other man.
Shrugging just one shoulder, the Ascended spread his fingers across his stomach. It rested over one of the many wounds he'd received from the Wraith, not that Darkeye knew that since the scars weren't visible. "Tough, maybe. But not necessarily strong." Hanging his head, the potter added, "She is good. And she carries a heavy burden. As for her location, if she's not here she's likely at the newly refurbished Theskyra House."
The flail morphed again, becoming a chain that he whipped around the dummy. As he untangled it, he held up a hand, waving away the waterskin. "I don't, but thank you for the offer." As Darkeye fetched his weapons, the Ascended retrieved the metal. He morphed it back into the iron staff he'd started with, squaring off against the other man. Waiting a breath, Amun rolled his shoulders back.
Then he lifted the staff overhead with both hands. Letting out a cry, he swept it down in the straight line, aiming for Darkeye's shoulder. However, he was careful to pull the blow, not putting anything near his full strength or speed behind it.
His fingers tightened on his weapon until they were white knuckled. Sweeping the flail in another crushing blow, he grunted. "Two people I cared about were just murdered. And I am facing the eradication of my kind." Snarling he kicked the dummy, the weapon suddenly not visceral enough for the rage sweeping through him. "I just wished there was something, anything I could do. Besides fetching water or whatever it is we're expected to do for beings that couldn't care less about us at best or want us dead at worst."
Nodding, he ran his fingers along the metal weapon. "From the Voice. I doubt any other god would answer if I prayed to them, and I doubt that I'd like the answer if they did." He snorted, shaking his head at the other man.
Shrugging just one shoulder, the Ascended spread his fingers across his stomach. It rested over one of the many wounds he'd received from the Wraith, not that Darkeye knew that since the scars weren't visible. "Tough, maybe. But not necessarily strong." Hanging his head, the potter added, "She is good. And she carries a heavy burden. As for her location, if she's not here she's likely at the newly refurbished Theskyra House."
The flail morphed again, becoming a chain that he whipped around the dummy. As he untangled it, he held up a hand, waving away the waterskin. "I don't, but thank you for the offer." As Darkeye fetched his weapons, the Ascended retrieved the metal. He morphed it back into the iron staff he'd started with, squaring off against the other man. Waiting a breath, Amun rolled his shoulders back.
Then he lifted the staff overhead with both hands. Letting out a cry, he swept it down in the straight line, aiming for Darkeye's shoulder. However, he was careful to pull the blow, not putting anything near his full strength or speed behind it.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
