pipeline - knives

[J. ADALGAR]

[align=center][glow=grey,2,300] and what's wrong with being confident?[/glow]

it was a world tinged in grey, memories of battles against a mountainside and the feeling- the rush of adrenlin as the earth below his paws had shaked with his power. spears of jasper, clear quarts cut and spiked: the earth had headed his call then, before. the power still remained inside him- he knew it: but there was something to be said about making it from scratch. smiting his own weapons from harvested earth and creating the same thing that once speared an opponent's midsection through their spine. that bone deep weariness wore away at clony's excitement. his eyes watching the little bat as it grasped it's own weapons made with a spark of anticipation. hebi wondered what it was like to be unburdened.

"there are benefits to both, being good at everything is better than being a master of one." the jaguar had trained himself in how to use a spear and a knife: even if he would always fare better with his claws and brute strength. "if you make something heavy to carry you can try and get stronger with your wings, but it's up to you to find your own limits."