if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
By the time the familiar Abandoned had extended her salutations, the Sword had already cut and slashed. The broad blade within his palms, calloused and worn and completely at home, extended towards the cloth effigies with minatory prowess, at ease with the raptorial, swift, and keen display; each cut a deepening mark, until chests and stuffing were exposed, and repairs eventually imminent.
Stepping back, he heard Alys’s approach, and paused momentarily from scrutinizing the lethal blows, tying his hair back and away from his neck. “Alys,” he rendered by way of greeting, before placing the armament back upon his hilt, head tilting at her arrival, and inquiry. From what he recalled, she was usually more of the reluctant type when coming into the barracks, though she’d taken on the multitudes of challenges he’d invoked and goaded her through. So while he didn’t ask why she was here, there’d still be more questions to follow. “If you wish. What did you want to practice?”
Stepping back, he heard Alys’s approach, and paused momentarily from scrutinizing the lethal blows, tying his hair back and away from his neck. “Alys,” he rendered by way of greeting, before placing the armament back upon his hilt, head tilting at her arrival, and inquiry. From what he recalled, she was usually more of the reluctant type when coming into the barracks, though she’d taken on the multitudes of challenges he’d invoked and goaded her through. So while he didn’t ask why she was here, there’d still be more questions to follow. “If you wish. What did you want to practice?”
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