you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The Sword could see the fatigue in the way warriors carried themselves throughout battles, skirmishes, and duels – the muscles eventually tired, no matter how much one might’ve been mended, or been brutally, tenaciously stubborn. He’d been much the same way, and had learned many a lesson in endurance and capabilities – pushing, pushing, pushing, but only so far. Once she reached him this time, he steered her towards the shallower ends. “You did well. We can add in kicking and how to use your arms next.” A pause. “After a break and snacks.”
Of course he brought some.
Wading back towards their makeshift entry point, indifferent to dripping and soaking wet or the change in temperature once he left the pool, he crouched down by his bag, opening the satchel while water pooled around his feet and across the stones. Zuriel stared from her designated area, tugging at more weeds, and he could sense Belial flying above, hovering somewhere, likely waiting to see what he snagged. Rummaging through, he pulled out several healthier alternatives to what else lurked in its stores, calling out across the pool to where the healer moved. “Apple, carrots, or peppers?”
Of course he brought some.
Wading back towards their makeshift entry point, indifferent to dripping and soaking wet or the change in temperature once he left the pool, he crouched down by his bag, opening the satchel while water pooled around his feet and across the stones. Zuriel stared from her designated area, tugging at more weeds, and he could sense Belial flying above, hovering somewhere, likely waiting to see what he snagged. Rummaging through, he pulled out several healthier alternatives to what else lurked in its stores, calling out across the pool to where the healer moved. “Apple, carrots, or peppers?”
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