A lesson from the Devil.

*Tsarvix* · 07-02-2019, 07:36 PM

Tsarvix

Tsarvix couldn't contain his elation, still grinning madly as he looked back towards his stick and the yearling. He had never even dreamed of being granted such a reward for his service! He wanted even more desperately then before for Pyrrhic's plan to be set in motion. The Godling had asked for his patience, however, and Tsarvix was more then happy to obey.

He kept his eyes riveted on Pyrrhic as his worked his stick once more, and when Tsarvix thought he had the right idea he bent down to copy the technique. After a few moments, he lifted his head to survey his work and tilted it questioningly. "Like this?" He asked his God, brow quirking in confusion. It sure didn't look much like a weapon, but Pyrrhic had promised that he'd see the intent shortly.

"So we've shaved the stick and split the end. What now?" The way the end was split in half, it was almost.. pointy? Was the idea to just jab it into the opponent? Tsarvix doubted it; there was no way that the teeth-mangled end was pointed fine enough to puncture anything. He'd assumed it if encountered flesh that it'd simply bend against it.

"Speech."
"You"
"Think"

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