hostage // open + battle training

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob had never been much of a fighter. He knew how to out of obligation. His upbringing had been dangerous, not necessarily because of his own actions but because of where they lived and the business his Babbo had been involved in.He was pretty sure most people in Snowbound assumed he didn't know how to fight at all and he didn't really care to change their minds. He'd never had an interest in fighting and the thought of hurting people was something that terrified him from a young age. Well, at least majorly hurting anyone. He'd seen his family do terrible things to people and he'd certainly gotten in a few fights (that was only a natural byproduct of life when one spent their time with the likes of Jerseyboy and his friends) but nothing serious had ever really come from any of it. Then the fire had happened and his legs had given up on him. It made navigating in general much harder and his small size and speed suddenly didn't matter, both as he struggled to maintain a consistent weight and as he struggled to just learn how to walk again. It had all been a complicated, messy matter but, in the end, Jacob had learned how to walk again and he could even run now (although it was little more than a form of advanced speed walking). He also still knew the basics of defending himself if the need ever came up. With this all in his mind, he came and settled down among the group and looked towards Melantha. "Uh, I suppose I could try trainin' with ya'll but I might jus' slow ya' down," the husky admitted with a light smile.  —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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