[open] you're like a mirror, reflecting me

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and all comers. That means you. Yes, you.
WHAT: Keeping the fort down at Skyhold.
WHEN: End of Kingsway (August)
WHERE: Sparring Ring, Tavern, and other varied locations around Skyhold.
NOTES: n/a, will add as needed.

He was going to need to find something to fight, soon.

Not that a break wasn't nice and all, but after being laid up months ago with that shit that had happened in the Fade, and sitting out all the bullshit going on in Halamshiral, Bull was getting restless. An itch was building that was hard pressed to find a good outlet for scratching. Next big fight that came rolling around? You weren't going to be able to keep him from going.

Some of the newer recruits could use some breaking in, so Bull would occasionally take a break from the training of his own Chargers to take on anyone who thought they might be able to handle themselves in the ring against him. And of course, any sore feelings would find a balm in quickly being offered a jovial pat on the arm and a drink in the Herald's Rest, where Bull occupied his usual corner.

But that restlessness saw him wandering a little more than he was generally prone to. Taking in the battlements, straying towards the garden in the keep's courtyard, poking his head into the library or the rookery, or stealing into the kitchen for a few midday snacks. And hey, if they needed anything heavy moved around the larder, fair was fair.

Comments

[qunari]

"Say you run across one of those red templars, and he silences you. What do you do?"

He's not supplying a ready answer here. He wants to see what Sam will come up with on his own, crossing his arms and regarding him with one curious steel grey eye.

[el_tybs]

He's actually been thinking about that lately - that and regular Templars. His magic sword won't be of any use if that happens, and for a moment he considers about getting a shorter staff to bring along just in case.

In thought for a few seconds he blinks, giving a small apology with a hand rubbing the back of his head sheepishly for doing so. "My first reaction would be getting my shortsword out and blocking anything that comes at me initially. If able I'd keep my distance, but realistically I'd have to find a way to disable it." Depending on its size of course.

[qunari]

"Not a bad first instinct, though. Most mages, you take away their magic and all they've got left is a stick to swing. You've got some who know how to use it as a proper weapon, but not enough. Short-sword, though. That'll give them pause."

The corner of Bull's mouth crooked upwards in approval.

[el_tybs]

"To be fair, it's a stick with a blade at the end." At least that's what he has, and knows how to use it. Technically though he only has it for backup now that he has his magic sword. "Honestly red templars don't seem all that phased with what you pull out." The ones he's run into - thankfully they haven't thought of silencing either.

At least it seems he's given an appropriate answer. "It's because of situations like that, that I wanted to learn other weapons. Too reliant on one thing, you'll end up tripping when it's taken."

[qunari]

"Versatility'll keep you alive, that's for damn sure. Sounds like you've already got the right idea."

He paused, snorting softly. He's right. Their enemies don't have the same sense of caution once they fall under Corypheus's sway.

"Those templars, though. Figure we're doing them a favor, at this point. Sooner we put a stop to the shipments as a whole? The better."

[el_tybs]

"That's what I figured and why I wanted to learn more then just having my magic." It wasn't just the red templars, or Cryphesus' forces that he was thinking about either, but rather what he'd do once all of this was over.

Sam nods silently in agreement that ending the shipments would be best. "It's horrible what happens to those people. The sooner that we stop that from happening to others the better."