No, not at the mention of a need for blood, but at Silver's other request. For him, here and now, it's more like the brightening of the gleam on a blade—fortunately, the blade is in a friend's hand. And in a moment, the pirate's blade will be in his.
"Certainly," he says, and doesn't get right to it, but takes a moment to feel the weight of the sword, to briefly examine the hilt, to take a slow, experimental swing at arm's length—and then a comfortable flourish on either side, to compare it to the feel of a staff spinning in the hand. It's not perfect, but his form isn't bad.
He looks pleased.
He looks up at Ilias, standing there above the slope of the ditch—in his trousers, with his biceps—and winks.
The following assault on the carriage door is comparatively matter-of-fact.
the most important natural 20 of his life
No, not at the mention of a need for blood, but at Silver's other request. For him, here and now, it's more like the brightening of the gleam on a blade—fortunately, the blade is in a friend's hand. And in a moment, the pirate's blade will be in his.
"Certainly," he says, and doesn't get right to it, but takes a moment to feel the weight of the sword, to briefly examine the hilt, to take a slow, experimental swing at arm's length—and then a comfortable flourish on either side, to compare it to the feel of a staff spinning in the hand. It's not perfect, but his form isn't bad.
He looks pleased.
He looks up at Ilias, standing there above the slope of the ditch—in his trousers, with his biceps—and winks.
The following assault on the carriage door is comparatively matter-of-fact.