Ain't nothin' makes for a rough day so much as this intolerable heat.Â
He tightened his grip on his knuckles. A triple, two high, a snap, a side kick, a straight, all while giving his footwork his utmost attention. He worked the striking dummy over, pummeled each and every exposed ilm of wood as he circled around the post, each blow with the brass cracking and splintering his target... then a burst of pain flared up in his leg, and he gasped as he stumbled. His hands found his left knee as he sat down, panting.Â
Shite. Shouldn't have lept that ledge last night. Teachin' D'lyhhia what it means t'survive in a gods-damned footrace ain't worth cripplin' m'self further, what with...
No. No, he wasn't going to dwell on it. He'd tell Kanaria sooner or later, once he worked up the courage, but allowing what he'd seen in the ingot to paralyze him with fear wouldn't do a single soul any good.Â
He sighed with relief as the cramping muscles finally let go, and ran a hand up and back through his now-sweaty hair. The air was starting to cool, though. A quick glimpse away from the walls of Scorpion's Crossing towards the horizon confirmed that the sun was, indeed, setting.Â
'bout time, then.
The sergeant was slowly, painstakingly pushing himself to his feet when the linkpearl in his left ear, the one he rarely if ever took out, went off. He frowned as he held a finger to it.Â
"Ossy?"
"Yes, love?"
"I need your help..."
A pale-haired woman, sad, downcast, walking the length of Emerald alone, shadows nipping at her heels with teeth.
"Where? Are you--"
"No, I'm safe. We'll talk when you get home."
"Alright, darling. Meet you there."
"Love you, see you soon dearheart."
"Love you, too."
Now to pay off that runt, Gigiyon, for the damages before making his way home.
He tightened his grip on his knuckles. A triple, two high, a snap, a side kick, a straight, all while giving his footwork his utmost attention. He worked the striking dummy over, pummeled each and every exposed ilm of wood as he circled around the post, each blow with the brass cracking and splintering his target... then a burst of pain flared up in his leg, and he gasped as he stumbled. His hands found his left knee as he sat down, panting.Â
Shite. Shouldn't have lept that ledge last night. Teachin' D'lyhhia what it means t'survive in a gods-damned footrace ain't worth cripplin' m'self further, what with...
No. No, he wasn't going to dwell on it. He'd tell Kanaria sooner or later, once he worked up the courage, but allowing what he'd seen in the ingot to paralyze him with fear wouldn't do a single soul any good.Â
He sighed with relief as the cramping muscles finally let go, and ran a hand up and back through his now-sweaty hair. The air was starting to cool, though. A quick glimpse away from the walls of Scorpion's Crossing towards the horizon confirmed that the sun was, indeed, setting.Â
'bout time, then.
The sergeant was slowly, painstakingly pushing himself to his feet when the linkpearl in his left ear, the one he rarely if ever took out, went off. He frowned as he held a finger to it.Â
"Ossy?"
"Yes, love?"
"I need your help..."
A pale-haired woman, sad, downcast, walking the length of Emerald alone, shadows nipping at her heels with teeth.
"Where? Are you--"
"No, I'm safe. We'll talk when you get home."
"Alright, darling. Meet you there."
"Love you, see you soon dearheart."
"Love you, too."
Now to pay off that runt, Gigiyon, for the damages before making his way home.
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