En Garde!

“I doubt that, I won't be besting your experience that easily.” He remarked warmly back. He knew that Artorias had been practising from a young age. That sort of experience and growth wasn’t something to sneeze at. If Merc did want to best him at swords, he had a lot of ground to cover.

At his Aegis’ bidding, he grabbed his sword off the ground, and followed after the blue wolf. The conversation that followed surprised him. He paused, collecting his thoughts for a moment. “I love the Hallows. It’s the first place that’s felt like home since… well, since home.” He gave Art a wry smile. The man knew some of his background, enough to pick up the pieces of what he was saying. He might have lost his people to a volcanic eruption, but he had learned there was still room in his heart for more. The Hallows, Artorias, the wolves here mattered to him. He met Art’s eyes, his words honest. “When you picked up the pieces, you gave me something to hold onto. I haven’t lost that, Art. I don’t think I ever would. For you, I would fight till the bitter end.”

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