12-29-2020, 09:47 PM
SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON
Sköll. Roan hadn't been around for the other's joining, but he had still known of the wolf's presence within the group. It would've been pretty hard for him not to know that someone had joined, considering he tried to keep an eye on most things. He wouldn't be a very effective healer if he didn't know anyone who could potentially need healing – although he tried to keep his distance, as had become the norm for him. He didn't enjoy becoming close to most people these days. It only opened up opportunities for him to lose them, even when he was trying his damnedest to make sure that they stayed alive. Just thinking about past circumstances made his chest ache, and the siamese shook his head from side to side, refusing to dwell on it. Instead, he decided he would live in the moment... a rather idiotic moment, at least in his opinion. As he made his way over, the draconic feline hissed in the direction of those who were simply standing and gawking, "Knock it off, idiotas. Don't you all have anything better to do than to just sit around watching him? Just wait until an axe goes flying right into your heads." The grumpy soothsayer shook his head from side to side, a rough and aggravated sigh leaving him.
Roan then turned back to Sköll, sitting down and wrapping his dark tail around his paws. As his blue gaze moved from the canine over to the axe that was currently embedded in one of the nearby logs, the young male found himself muttering, "What even is the point of axe throwing? It doesn't seem like a particularly useful skill. No enemy is just going to stand around in a battle, waiting for you to chuck an axe at them." He could understand skills like archery, since they were easier to adjust for a moving target. But axe throwing required so much strength, and so much effort in order to hit your target. It seemed nearly impossible to use such brute strength practically in an actual battle. If one had an axe, why not just use it up close?
Roan then turned back to Sköll, sitting down and wrapping his dark tail around his paws. As his blue gaze moved from the canine over to the axe that was currently embedded in one of the nearby logs, the young male found himself muttering, "What even is the point of axe throwing? It doesn't seem like a particularly useful skill. No enemy is just going to stand around in a battle, waiting for you to chuck an axe at them." He could understand skills like archery, since they were easier to adjust for a moving target. But axe throwing required so much strength, and so much effort in order to hit your target. It seemed nearly impossible to use such brute strength practically in an actual battle. If one had an axe, why not just use it up close?
DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!
— Reggan
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