To arms!

Mercury followed after Art, and then nodded his head in understanding as the Aegis spoke of their first introductions. “You have a good memory” He said. Neither had expected at the time that their paths would lead here. But Art had remembered, and laid out some time to fulfil that promise.

At Art's invitation, Merc made his way through the swords. Examining each one as he passed, not yet touching. He walked a full circuit before he began to pick things up. He started with the axe, finding it heavy and unwieldy in his maw. The polearm's length made it unsuitable for close quarters, and there were plenty of chances for fighting to spill out into the castle walls while he was living here. The dagger could be handy, underestimated and unseen. He could see the benefits of learning to fight with each one, to get a feel for the styles. But the swords sang to him as they had that first day, and his boyish grin returned as he found himself standing before one of the swords again, and hefted it in his maw. “How long did it take you to get accustomed to the weight?”


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