if you don't terrify people a little then what's the point
He merely grinned at her stunned expression, all the more amused. She might’ve thought it a massive leap, but in situations calling for movement and action, she wouldn’t be able to stand around, hoping, waiting, for an opportunity to come her way. Sometimes they had to make their own, which was why the Sword, and his hordes of constituents, labored and practiced every day – so it became muscle memory, so it became a pattern, a choreographed notion.
Watching, twisting and turning the effigies, he was satisfied when her dagger grazed and blistered into an arm. “Good.” A wound was a wound at this stage, and he permitted the dummy to move as if it were struggling, slowed by the efforts of the knife twisted into its skin. “Try another one.” She could go for the same and truly mar, or some lingering nearby – several were overhead, diving swiftly, or listless, almost distracted.
Watching, twisting and turning the effigies, he was satisfied when her dagger grazed and blistered into an arm. “Good.” A wound was a wound at this stage, and he permitted the dummy to move as if it were struggling, slowed by the efforts of the knife twisted into its skin. “Try another one.” She could go for the same and truly mar, or some lingering nearby – several were overhead, diving swiftly, or listless, almost distracted.
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