#lightningofdjose

[geblendetdrake]

“Are you immortal?”

“Vy do you ask? Zen akain, you don’t zeem fery mordal yourzelf.”

[summoners-path]

@lightningofdjose; cont.

    大召喚士     He was utterly still as the fayth he’d come to know looked on, examined him with careful intent. He did his best not to even breathe for fear he’d shift, slip and mess something up. He was not a swordsman. Of course, he’d never been trained. Perhaps, it wasn’t his fault, then, really... that he was so terribly inept. And if nothing else, he had a will to learn, a desire. And it manifested now.

He bit his lip at the words, at last allowing himself to relax once the fayth had stepped away The blade was remarkably light, lighter now somehow, now that he had been reminded, a fragment of his faith restored. He had once, some time ago, made a fool of himself in an attempt to lift Auron’s. He would make no such mistake again. War was an art, an art that needed to be handled with care.

He drew a breath, deep, and let himself relax for a moment longer. Then, nodding at his trainer, he raised the blade and focused once more. The swing came quickly, faster than he realized. It felt as though he’d cut through nothing. Had he---

He dared not look, not right away. Instead, he forced his eyes shut and dipped his head. He’d wait to hear the news. Surely, surely, it wasn’t so simple---

     “ Did I... ? ”