Provide For Thy Family

Valentine's thoughts snagged on the name Falk. It rung a bell. Why did it ring a bell? Quickly the brute sifted through memories in the hopes of pinpointing where exactly he knew that name from. Neither of the other names sounded familiar, so he didn't have much to go on. Of course he knew the name Armada, but there were scores of those. Suddenly it clicked. There was only a fistful of Armadas that mattered. Sibelle. She'd mentioned a brother named Falk, right? So that meant this boy was probably his cousin. "Hm," he grunted in response. The world was a small one, eh? Not that it really mattered, he had no intention of sharing his discovery.

Valentine noted the boy's gaze seconds before he voiced his question. "You must be a pretty good fighter, huh?" The King shrugged, his gaze briefly darting away as he considered it. Well, he was decent. Better than average, he supposed, but to brag and call himself 'good' was just asking for his ass to get handed to him in his next go-round. "I've won a fair amount." One corner of his mouth quirked up in a self-deprecating smile. "Lost a few too." More than a few, actually, but who was counting?