R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
“So this is the plan.” he begun with a whisper, looking behind him. The dwarf, Rida, was right there where he had left her. That is, a step behind him, ducking her head behind the large collection of bushes they were hidding at.“I call their attention by growling loudly. They will be confused at both sight and sound.” he continued. “When they turn to face me, you run in, bash both of them with your mace.”
“I didn’t bring my mace.” the woman replied with a whisper of her own, shrugging.“Once you do that…wait, you didn’t?”“I thought you were asking me out to… you know.” Her brief explanation made her blush and shrink between the plants.Ildur stared at her with his brows lifted in confusion. His hands moved almost on their own to the sides, hitting the greenery around him, stirring it.
“What? Why?””You worded it poorly!” Rida replied, shrinking even furter.He paused, turning his head back to the front. He could still see the two apostates sitting at the rock twenty meters away, waiting for their third friend.They hadn’t noticed them and, since they were giving them their backs, they probably wouldn’t for a while. He turned back to face her.”I told you to meet me in the field between the dark bushes to take care of some apostates!”The dwarf glanced at him, but quickly avoided his eyes. She couldn’t shrink anymore. “Look…some people get really imaginative with their euphemisms!”
The templar groaned internally, one hand rubbing his eyes. “I guess that explains your outfit.”
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) “Give me your hand.” He wasn’t asking. He was demanding it, extending his own hand towards her.“But I’m fine.” Rida replied to him, grumpy. Yet she still complied. Her hand raised along with her naked arm. He took it with his own and raised it. Then he lowered it and rotated it a bit. The light in the woods was terrible, specially when the sun was hidding behind a thick blanket of clouds.His sight slid across the arm. There was a bleeding bite mark right below the elbow, clearly caused by the big maw of a mabari. The wound circled all around, but it was superficial.“Yes, you have fine arms.” he said, nodding.“And you have a fine chin.” she replied, nodding back at him with a smile. He chuckled, releasing his hand from her.“My chin doesn’t get bit by angry hounds, though, so it can’t be THAT good.”
