Stalwart Light
Nightlight couldn’t help a laugh as he let the stardust blade he’d picked out to slice through another fearling that had tried to bother their little spot. Keeping them safe as a soldier, or more rightly a sword would upon the battlefield.
His shoulder wounds had reopened from his little ‘game’ with the fearlings, but he paid it no mind. Belief was singing through his form and he knew he could keep this up for quite a while like this. Besides, it would give Phoenix and Sandy a chance to heal. Sandy was in cuffs but that wasn’t really a bother, the star pilot would be out for a very long time. Phoenix, had asked him to remove her back plate, something he’d done without question.
Seemed his taunts were working at least.
More fearlings coming this way, meant less on the forces that had stepped onto the Clipper. Almost absently he twirled the blade, keeping the parrying dagger at the ready despite his show of fun.
Might as well enjoy ‘entertaining’ the Tsar.
