dad squad?? 👀👀👀👀
Bee!!!!
thank you thankyou for this question I have been hoarding like a dragon with some gold as motivation for working on this fun little scene of the dads getting separated and how they deal with that!
“I saw him duck into what once would have been where a branch split forth, he might have minor injuries, but the probability of death seems low.” Rusl let out a sigh of relief at Fierce’s words. For all that Fierce seemed fond of them, he was never one to be delicate with words to spare someone's feelings. With that Fierce walked towards the pile of rocks and crouched, peering into the pile of loose stones with the same chilling intensity that Rusl recalled seeing when one particularly dim Yiga had threatened ‘the boy’ in front of the war deity. “... So, your sword can reform if you lose it? That’s cool, and how does that work? Rusl didn’t want to break Fierce’s concentration on … whatever he was doing, but the oppressive silence was made worse by the dust filling the air and the way the space was steadily heating with the way the sun still beamed down on the log they were now trapped inside. “Yes little farmer, though I cannot recall exactly what magic it is that is able to bring my blade to my side when ere we are separated, I do recall that our bond has grown so deep in part for the eons I have spent with it as my weapon of choice, despite the ways that war has claimed to change, one with the courage to give a sword strength has oft been able to sway the tide of battle.” Fierce finally seemed to have found what he was looking for, as he crouched further, picking up one of the larger stones at the front of the pile with enviable ease.
Abel as usual drew the short end of the stick here and is all alone ... well all alone as far as he is aware :3
