“so, what do you say ?” she’s the apex of nonchalance as she speaks, an easy half-smile gracing her features. “arm wrestling match, you and me. unless you’re afraid you’ll lose.”
‘ shit —- has been a while since i got challenged . ‘ there’s a deconstruction of perceptions in his tone, the assertion clever on her behalf ; those that so often pressed a challenge to him were just like nero, after all. so few to rival, so few to entertain. & even those mountains yet to conquer, of those past or future, so often it was the intent that mattered. vortex of memories, sensations so associated with his history. the slaughter of massive entities. the clashing of blades. understanding, truly, only those of his own blood in recent time had presented a true experiencing in combat. roll of his shoulders, closing & release of grip in newly forged flesh . ‘ ya’ know , why not ? two unstoppable forces arm wrestling ? sounds like i might need t’ actually try . ‘
@danvirs .
