The blade didn’t immediately pull back, and Seraph twisted his chain hand over hand across it, pushing down hard against the blade as it was pushed up and against him. A Sheikah made weapon, the chain was strong enough to hold its own. It would have been no match against the Master Sword, but as it was, there was little else strong enough to break it.
He leaned forward, putting his weight and height into use. “The only dream I have is so far out of reach as to be impossible, and so is unlikely to be crushed.” Seraph smiled, tightening the chain for a second before releasing, allowing the blade to slide free as the shade stepped back. “Honestly, I’m not sure what you could ruin for me… I think your visits might be more beneficial than not, given I don’t get to train often against real opponents.”
A little war or contrition never hurt anyone - well. No one important. Though he had been a smidgen concerned that the Sheikah was going to attempt to disarm him, when that didn’t come to pass, he gave a little grin of his own. It was accompanied by a short chuckle, eyes alighting on what he could see of his opponent’s own.
“Train...? Do not think of this, or any visits I may pay you, as a sparring match. If an accident occurs to your misfortune, I will not assist you - I will watch as you die, or as you try not to.” As much as killing Seraph wasn’t his goal, well. It likely needn’t be said that Dark wasn’t exactly altruistic, kind, or caring. All of that aside, he seemed content to converse further rather than press into a renewed assault, “And you might as well humor me. I like a challenge. What is this impossible dream of yours?”
















