The white sheep of the family
After hearing that he’d be participating in an exhibition match with Deimos during Fiat Lux, Loren had sent Amalia a note. It had been a bit sparse on details, simply asking her to meet him at the Military Barracks for a friendly sparring match, a repeat of the one they’d had before. When she arrived, he gave her a happy smile. ”Thanks for coming! Anything goes still good?” He paced a decent distance away before turning to face the baker.
However, it shifted to a sheepish grin before too long. ”Also. I should confess to having ulterior motives. Deimos asked me to spar with him at Fiat Lux to attract people to the militia. Assuming there still is a militia.” He shrugged somewhat awkwardly. ”Considering he thrashed me last time we sparred, I was hoping you might have some inside knowledge on his weak spots.” Maybe it was a bad idea to ask her for help defeating her beau, but the summoner turned a hopeful look her way.
And then he blasted a high speed jet of water at her.
However, it shifted to a sheepish grin before too long. ”Also. I should confess to having ulterior motives. Deimos asked me to spar with him at Fiat Lux to attract people to the militia. Assuming there still is a militia.” He shrugged somewhat awkwardly. ”Considering he thrashed me last time we sparred, I was hoping you might have some inside knowledge on his weak spots.” Maybe it was a bad idea to ask her for help defeating her beau, but the summoner turned a hopeful look her way.
And then he blasted a high speed jet of water at her.
Will blood tell
