EVERY SWING WAS CALCULATED, every blow laden with finesse and strength, but beneath the assault whispered a rage; a resentment. Stolen away from his purpose without rhyme nor reason, left to fend with little more than a pathetic shadow of his own weapon. This sad thing scarcely boasted the weight not true power of his true blade, he could hear its integrity waning with each strike he laid relentlessly upon the tree before him. Isolating himself from the rest of this strange world, Felix sought his solitude amid nature, where none but the chirps of birds or gentle caress if the wind may disturb him.
❝ Haa–! ❞ he brought down his wooden sword against the bark with a fierce cry, weighted by his frustrations as it clashed with the flank of the tree.
A heavy CRUNCH resounded in the silence; his weapon splintered against the tree, spitting shards of wood and bark into the grass at his feet. Taking a step back and huffing his breaths, Felix lowered his eyes to note the shadow of what was already a pathetic excuse for a sword, and his brow furrowed deeply.
He faltered, his focus stolen away by the voice at his back, and once acknowledging the stranger, his expression curdled yet again, shifting his gaze back to the tree almost sullenly.
❝ … I don’t remember asking. ❞
♪ To match the deepened scowl on his face, the stranger spits back an answer that would surely be off-putting to most other people. While the blonde is certainly a little bit surprised by the bite to the stranger’s words, she simply treats it akin to water rolling off her back. While she’s not accepting of his behaviour, it is something she has encountered more than a handful of times and as a result, doesn’t feel too bothered by the other and his attitude (just yet, in any case).
❝ … It’s not just you; most people that have been put here have had their weapons and items replaced, ❞ the bard starts gently, taking out her basic harp to give it a few strums before securing it to her back once more.
❝ Still, I’m pretty surprised you broke that replica so quickly and easily, ❞ the Auri continues, pointing a gloved index finger to the shattered wooden blade he firmly grasps within his fist.
❝ You can probably keep the splinters and use them as projectiles, ❞ and despite her monotone expression, the woman’s tone gives a vague indication that she merely is jesting with the other.
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