when in rome

Azure · 08-21-2022, 11:43 PM

Basilisk's words brought a chuckle from the Armadan Champion, his head turning to regard the titanic yearling with both pride and amusement. The words were not spoken sarcastically, fearfully, nor even eagerly. It was a question that spoke to his son's character in that he was prepared for the outcome and would not flinch from it. Even more surprising, Basilisk did not seem judgemental or offended about the possibility that Az had brought him here intentionally to thrust him into combat. "No, son. Not today, not unless you're ready to challenge me. I believe we're alone. I only meant that it's not every warrior who stumbles upon this place, novices do not come here by the dozen to spar. The ones who do come, they are exceptional in what they do."

With slow, long strides Azure pushed forward further into the arena. The expansive structure of marble and stone was much larger than he thought was necessary for one-on-one combat, and absently Az wondered what other sort of events might have been held here. All around the outside of the arena itself were raised, chiselled, almost stair-like rings of the same stone. Places for spectators to watch the goings on, he supposed.

"Speech"

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