Blackeye
Not the strongest win the battle —
Darkeye's smile reappeared. "This generation maybe not, they're all looking for a reason to fight and find war as an excuse to do it." he said in a tone that sounded almost pitying. "But the generations that come after I think would like to know the truth and so I write it down. No matter who is the winner or loser. In this way, future wars can perhaps be prevented. If that happens, my work will not be in vain. This war is not because the gods want it. It comes because the people decide for it. Many innocent people will die because of it. " he said, and the smile now seemed like a put-on mask.
His eyes followed her body to see if she was implementing his tips this time. Only then did he look to see if her throw had hit. "I think you understand what I wanted to tell you," he said with a big grin. He stood next to her and tried to show her again. He took a swing. The axe spun quickly and with a lot of force hit the head of the straw doll. He was a little surprised himself. "See what I mean?" He used the axes to teleport to them. He pulled her out and cleared the way for her to make another attempt.
His eyes followed her body to see if she was implementing his tips this time. Only then did he look to see if her throw had hit. "I think you understand what I wanted to tell you," he said with a big grin. He stood next to her and tried to show her again. He took a swing. The axe spun quickly and with a lot of force hit the head of the straw doll. He was a little surprised himself. "See what I mean?" He used the axes to teleport to them. He pulled her out and cleared the way for her to make another attempt.
— the smartest do
