12-04-2017, 06:42 PM
Ratione sat in the sand, greatsword leaning against his chest and one knee tucked up. Janna stood next to him, for once at a similar height, straddling her massive rifle in her arms. The massive tower burned before them, rubble and debris littering the beach.
"I've never fought like that before." The yordle's eyes failed to stray from the roaring pyre of steel. "I've never been so scared, and s-so crazy." She held up her blood-stained hands to her eyes, still locked on the flames. "I ended so many lives in such a short amount of time."
"That's called war." Ratione kept staring, even as Janna's gaze was finally broken and her big, beady eyes turned to her friend. The veteran continued, "It is not epic, or something to celebrate. It is something to put off for as long as possible. Something that is more like a chore to be taken care of.
You do not want to hurt others, but you have to. They do not want to hurt you, but they have to." He brought his hand up to his eyes, fingers dragging down before pausing and holding their lids shut. Janna's eyes rested on the Novan, the old man sitting in front of her.
"That armor you wear. You need it... cause you do the most fighting, out of anyone, don't you?"
"I did. Then I got old."
“I FOUND IT.”
Both of their heads whipped to the voice of the machine man, coming from inside the wreck.
"What are we doing there again?" Ratione looked to Janna.
"I guess they wanna recruits us."
"Who are these people though?"
"The Avengers. A bunch'a do-gooders, super-heroes, ya know the type." The yordle looked to him, doing a mock strong-man flex. "Spandex and capes."
"We do not have those where I come from." Ratione suddenly smiled, "But we do have legends of great Novans, of great minds and bodies! We act them out in plays."
Janna's eyes held a wide-eyed gaze at the old man for a moment before sighing. "You guys really are straight up medieval."
"Med...evil?"
"Nevermind."
"I've never fought like that before." The yordle's eyes failed to stray from the roaring pyre of steel. "I've never been so scared, and s-so crazy." She held up her blood-stained hands to her eyes, still locked on the flames. "I ended so many lives in such a short amount of time."
"That's called war." Ratione kept staring, even as Janna's gaze was finally broken and her big, beady eyes turned to her friend. The veteran continued, "It is not epic, or something to celebrate. It is something to put off for as long as possible. Something that is more like a chore to be taken care of.
You do not want to hurt others, but you have to. They do not want to hurt you, but they have to." He brought his hand up to his eyes, fingers dragging down before pausing and holding their lids shut. Janna's eyes rested on the Novan, the old man sitting in front of her.
"That armor you wear. You need it... cause you do the most fighting, out of anyone, don't you?"
"I did. Then I got old."
“I FOUND IT.”
Both of their heads whipped to the voice of the machine man, coming from inside the wreck.
"What are we doing there again?" Ratione looked to Janna.
"I guess they wanna recruits us."
"Who are these people though?"
"The Avengers. A bunch'a do-gooders, super-heroes, ya know the type." The yordle looked to him, doing a mock strong-man flex. "Spandex and capes."
"We do not have those where I come from." Ratione suddenly smiled, "But we do have legends of great Novans, of great minds and bodies! We act them out in plays."
Janna's eyes held a wide-eyed gaze at the old man for a moment before sighing. "You guys really are straight up medieval."
"Med...evil?"
"Nevermind."
"Our fear is our weapon."