Hector was supposed to be younger than him, wasn’t he? Things like ages and approximations of the times and spaces the heroes summoned to Askr in were always difficult to ascertain owing to the very nature of the unstudied magic the summoner employed, but Arvis sorely doubted Hector could be older. Why, then, did it feel like the Ostian’s hands completely dwarfed his own when he moved to catch him and wound up gripping the entirety of both of his wrists in a way that made realistically moving the joints at all impossible? The sorcerer was left with hardly any time to gape at before he was suddenly yanked upwards and swept quite literally off his feet, hurled into a nearby table hard enough for the impact to knock a great deal of wind out of his lungs and leave him in a bit of a daze. It was… It was impossible ( gods, with the way he’d been haphazardly tossed the edge of the table had dug straight into his ribs… ) for him to just be fine after drinking a bottle of rat poison, and yet none of the onlookers who leant in and scrutinised the bottle once the axeman offered it to them seemed to do much of anything to refute his claims. Sizable bruise on his back aside, the fact that he didn’t even look the least bit perturbed was…
Arvis pushed himself off of the table’s surface on shaky legs, regaining his composure quickly enough to make it clear that he was fine but not quite as quickly as he would’ve liked. He was hardly any stranger to taking far heavier blows and standing up again straight afterwards, but for it to be so unexpected… He was still gaping at him, hands moving to slowly readjust his clothes.
"B… B-By the gods, you’re…”
"… You’ve… Done this before?? That’s… Why…??”
HECTOR GIVES A hearty laugh at the duke’s inquiry.
he’s gotten more than used to making a show of this
little display -- and for what he considers a good reason,
too. he tucks the bottle of rat poison in his pocket ( best
not to let any one find it and jump to conclusions ).
he turns to the gathered onlookers and waves his hand
dismissively. ❝ you saw the main event, ❞ he says. ❝ i’ve
got to apologize to the duke for acquainting him with
the table. noble things, off you go. ❞
the crowd disperses, reluctantly. he expects more than
a few of them to still keep an eye on him, but he doesn’t
have anything to hide anyway.
he beams at Arvis, casual, daring the other to try and
accuse him of something else. perhaps he can convince
Arvis to a real spar later? for being so slim, Hector felt
his strength when he was busy embarrassing him.
❝ it’s a party trick, ❞ he offers, easily. he extends one
hand -- one handshake. a show of good sportsmanship.
❝ what do you think? haha!! the first time i tried it, i got
sick afterwards for what must have been a week. but
by now, i’ve got it mostly perfected.
❝ you’re used to the courts, aren’t you? well, where i’m
from, i’m a bit of a... troublemaker. it’s all well and
good for some one like you to use wit or strategy to
keep your enemy’s spies from learning secrets. some
of us troublemakers have to get creative. ❞
he laughs again. certainly Arvis has caught his meaning.
❝ the look on your face is reason enough if you ask me!! ❞
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