K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
"Frey, huh? Who'd've thunk." Maybe Koa's been sleeping on the duality god, assuming their primary role in his life would be relegated to sex. With the ability to make a blade like that... He hums speculatively, eyeing the knife with new appreciation. "What's it do, anyway? Besides cut real good."
Never one to shy away from admiration, Koa flexes once more for Tal's enjoyment. But talk of combat centers the soldier, quells jokes and grins into studious segments. "Daggers, fists... it's similar vibes. Both take intimacy to wield. Makes it so you have to mean it, when you land a hit." He's looking at those fists as he says it, at the swollen knuckles and littered scars betraying a storied history of said intimacy. For Koa his fists are his livelihood, the things that give him value. Of course he's got a complex about them. Who can blame him, really?
"I need to try a couple odd fighting techniques out, if you wanna get that blindfold on." There's the smile and laugh again, the sunlight never far from his eyes. Though it dims again at Talyson's hush, the young soldiers face taking on a cast of almost childlike uncertainty. "I dunno. The priests... well, they just say to have faith, but that doesn't answer much, does it?" The air quotes and wrinkle of his knows show how much stock he puts in said sermons. "Maybe Ronjn, her demigod, knows more? He's a Dragoon, you know," he adds with pride, copper eyes twinkling and chest slightly puffed.
Never one to shy away from admiration, Koa flexes once more for Tal's enjoyment. But talk of combat centers the soldier, quells jokes and grins into studious segments. "Daggers, fists... it's similar vibes. Both take intimacy to wield. Makes it so you have to mean it, when you land a hit." He's looking at those fists as he says it, at the swollen knuckles and littered scars betraying a storied history of said intimacy. For Koa his fists are his livelihood, the things that give him value. Of course he's got a complex about them. Who can blame him, really?
"I need to try a couple odd fighting techniques out, if you wanna get that blindfold on." There's the smile and laugh again, the sunlight never far from his eyes. Though it dims again at Talyson's hush, the young soldiers face taking on a cast of almost childlike uncertainty. "I dunno. The priests... well, they just say to have faith, but that doesn't answer much, does it?" The air quotes and wrinkle of his knows show how much stock he puts in said sermons. "Maybe Ronjn, her demigod, knows more? He's a Dragoon, you know," he adds with pride, copper eyes twinkling and chest slightly puffed.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
