W E S S E X
Keeping her eyes on the spinning blades of destruction, when the General determines that it’s likely to pass behind her instead of in front of or through, she skips ahead a few steps just to be safe. The chakram whirs and whistles around, then lands gently back in Sam’s hand.
His question, however, gives her a bit of pause. While it’s true that she’d asked him to help her out, it’s obvious to the Wraith that with just a little more practice, perhaps Sam would be able to wield the chakram. “Well…” she begins, with a shrug. “I suppose I’m okay, but if you’re up for it, I’d like to wait until you’re able to hit a target. In case you need to use this some day.”
The some day is purposefully vague, but she hopes the intention is clear: if she needs to hand off a weapon to him, she wants him to be able to at least hit something close.
His question, however, gives her a bit of pause. While it’s true that she’d asked him to help her out, it’s obvious to the Wraith that with just a little more practice, perhaps Sam would be able to wield the chakram. “Well…” she begins, with a shrug. “I suppose I’m okay, but if you’re up for it, I’d like to wait until you’re able to hit a target. In case you need to use this some day.”
The some day is purposefully vague, but she hopes the intention is clear: if she needs to hand off a weapon to him, she wants him to be able to at least hit something close.
The Wraith
