Show Me Your Grrrr Face

Zagan’s bi-colored gaze shifted to Araxina, eyes narrowing as he shot daggers in her direction. A streak of anger rushed through him- a visceral reaction to her outward disrespect. If she was going to act like an imbecile, she could leave. Even Aresenn was quick to dismiss her, but she quickly straightened up and shut her mouth. Good.

His gaze shifted back to Aresenn, focusing on his teachings to absorb every word, to understand the meaning. Every fighting situation was different, which was a given- adapting to changing circumstances was a necessity. Leaning their enemy was an important tool in the art of war and battle- knowing their strengths, weaknesses, and habits. Whatever they could exploit to gain power over their enemy. Zagan liked the sound of that.

When to strike, and when to hold back. Truly, Zagan couldn’t see himself holding back against an enemy. There would be no hesitation, no remorse in the young boy's soul. He would be a relentless foe.


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