He nods, and eyes the circle again. If she trusts him, then, he must by extension, trust her.
The ease with which he reaches his decision will trouble him, later, on the edge of sleep. But in this moment, he gives it no thought at all.
"When I was -- very young, we trained on the hard packed earth. My brothers and I. In the style of the ancient Greeks." He murmurs something under his breath, squatting down to take up a handful of the mud, letting it smear through his fingers and fall back to the ground. He looks at it, and then up at her, a smirk lurking about his lips.
"You must call the count." He crosses into the circle, and his boots have dissolved into mist, leaving him in bare feet. He takes up a fighting stance, one foot ahead of the other, his weight distributed between them. His hands hang relaxed as he raises his arms, and he beckons her. "And be gentle on an old man."
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Date: 2013-07-23 01:03 am (UTC)The ease with which he reaches his decision will trouble him, later, on the edge of sleep. But in this moment, he gives it no thought at all.
"When I was -- very young, we trained on the hard packed earth. My brothers and I. In the style of the ancient Greeks." He murmurs something under his breath, squatting down to take up a handful of the mud, letting it smear through his fingers and fall back to the ground. He looks at it, and then up at her, a smirk lurking about his lips.
"You must call the count." He crosses into the circle, and his boots have dissolved into mist, leaving him in bare feet. He takes up a fighting stance, one foot ahead of the other, his weight distributed between them. His hands hang relaxed as he raises his arms, and he beckons her. "And be gentle on an old man."