[Niles makes the right call--in talking specifically about his skills, it seems Myr can relax back into himself rather than give off the nervous energy of a deer who's scented a predator.] None of my magic matches up with what I trained in any longer, I'm afraid, unless you count being able to call wasps on someone, or overgrow her position with a marrow vine.
[Useful tricks for a Faun to have, but not even the whole of a Creation mage's abilities any longer, let alone a knight-enchanter's.] I'm best with the staff and spirit blade, though I haven't found a replacement for mine yet. [Translation, given the fleeting haunted expression across his face: He hasn't wanted to find one yet.] --They're blades made wholly out of magic, so they don't have the balance or heft of a regular sword. Can cut through just about anything, though.
[bioware literally gave them lightsabers can you believe this]
I can use a knife but all the tricks I know assume my opponent thinks me helpless and will have me inside his guard already, [so they're not much use for actual fighting, just a very nasty surprise.] And you've,
[He stumbles a moment over the memory in question. It had been a bad night.] You've seen a little of what I can do unarmed.
[Mostly be too drunk to defend his Bonded from a very, very determined kidnapper and get himself stuffed into a wardrobe upside-down.
He likes to think he left bruises but that's hardly any salve for his pride.]
[He's repaid L for that night, both in hours spent struggling under his heel, and by returning what he'd stolen. They've not only buried the hatchet, but actually managed to cooperate and collaborate. They have an unusual, but seemingly resilient, kind of alliance now. The damage they've done each other has (largely) been put behind them.
He's done exactly 0 simmilar atonement to Myr despite having done massive collateral damage to him in the process. His jaw tightens, and he gives himself the luxury of letting his ears pin back fully. A full feline wince. There's real contrition in his voice when he responds.]
No, I haven't. I ambushed you while you were drunk. I went well out of my way to avoid seeing what you can do. [That's...something like an apology. He'll get there.] Let's change that. [Hand to hand is the easiest place to start and, in Niles' opinion, the most useful combat skill to hone.] I want to see how you compensate for your blindness as well. I can't imagine landing a punch is easy in endless dark. I'll circle you and I want you to keep facing me. Strike when you feel I'm in range. Agreed?
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[Useful tricks for a Faun to have, but not even the whole of a Creation mage's abilities any longer, let alone a knight-enchanter's.] I'm best with the staff and spirit blade, though I haven't found a replacement for mine yet. [Translation, given the fleeting haunted expression across his face: He hasn't wanted to find one yet.] --They're blades made wholly out of magic, so they don't have the balance or heft of a regular sword. Can cut through just about anything, though.
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bioware literally gave them lightsabers can you believe this]I can use a knife but all the tricks I know assume my opponent thinks me helpless and will have me inside his guard already, [so they're not much use for actual fighting, just a very nasty surprise.] And you've,
[He stumbles a moment over the memory in question. It had been a bad night.] You've seen a little of what I can do unarmed.
[Mostly be too drunk to defend his Bonded from a very, very determined kidnapper and get himself stuffed into a wardrobe upside-down.
He likes to think he left bruises but that's hardly any salve for his pride.]
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He's done exactly 0 simmilar atonement to Myr despite having done massive collateral damage to him in the process. His jaw tightens, and he gives himself the luxury of letting his ears pin back fully. A full feline wince. There's real contrition in his voice when he responds.]
No, I haven't. I ambushed you while you were drunk. I went well out of my way to avoid seeing what you can do. [That's...something like an apology. He'll get there.] Let's change that. [Hand to hand is the easiest place to start and, in Niles' opinion, the most useful combat skill to hone.] I want to see how you compensate for your blindness as well. I can't imagine landing a punch is easy in endless dark. I'll circle you and I want you to keep facing me. Strike when you feel I'm in range. Agreed?