"Oh, I know how shields are 'sposta to work; Papa always hammered into me to keep the 'purpose o' the piece' in mind when crafting." Chacha paused briefly to giggle at using the world "hammered" in that context. "It's just... usin' 'em - both shield 'n blade - and knowin' what ta do when the baddy's bearin' down on ya... that's where I'm havin' trouble."
He folded his arms over his chest again, staring down thoughtfully at the ground. Xavarian's words washed over him and directed his inner thoughts some. Little Chachanji tried to do all sorts of heroic things - Momodi herself could attest to all the odds and ends he had done around Ul'dah as an adventurer. Carried groceries, checked on purchases, kept watch over stalls in the market so the seller could get a bite to eat. He just liked helping people out!
It was just... heroes are supposed to have strength of arm, too, weren't they? Fighting off mighty beasts and protecting those that can't protect themselves. That's what Chachanji wanted to do - forging arms and armor the Gegenji way and then using them to help others, rather than just sell them like his parents seemed so content to do. Just thinking back to that initial argument with his father was getting the little Lalafell a bit grumpy, but that evaporated when Xavarian questioned his approach to the battle.
"Oh, uh, y'mean with that mean ol' bug?" he questioned, looking up at the sitting Duskwight and inwardly grateful the guy was closer to his eye level now. "I just kinda charged right in, sword swingin'." Again his arm stood in for the blade sheathed at his hip. "That's how the heroes do it, right?"
He looked up at Warren, curious for his input.
He folded his arms over his chest again, staring down thoughtfully at the ground. Xavarian's words washed over him and directed his inner thoughts some. Little Chachanji tried to do all sorts of heroic things - Momodi herself could attest to all the odds and ends he had done around Ul'dah as an adventurer. Carried groceries, checked on purchases, kept watch over stalls in the market so the seller could get a bite to eat. He just liked helping people out!
It was just... heroes are supposed to have strength of arm, too, weren't they? Fighting off mighty beasts and protecting those that can't protect themselves. That's what Chachanji wanted to do - forging arms and armor the Gegenji way and then using them to help others, rather than just sell them like his parents seemed so content to do. Just thinking back to that initial argument with his father was getting the little Lalafell a bit grumpy, but that evaporated when Xavarian questioned his approach to the battle.
"Oh, uh, y'mean with that mean ol' bug?" he questioned, looking up at the sitting Duskwight and inwardly grateful the guy was closer to his eye level now. "I just kinda charged right in, sword swingin'." Again his arm stood in for the blade sheathed at his hip. "That's how the heroes do it, right?"
He looked up at Warren, curious for his input.
