There’s a painfully awkward silence between them after she forwards the question. Mister Boy?
“Sure.” he says, after what felt like forever.
Guts knew he was strong, but he measured it in the force of his swing, and ultimately in how effective he was at killing an enemy. He didn’t really have a good answer to give her to make the teams even. They could always add more if the six were mismatched.
Before taking up the rope, he tugs at the shirt collar and starts to pull it over his head.
“Lashan’s gonna run out of clothes if I keep messin’ them up.”
Despite the bizarre reaction from last night, he’d rather deal with that than be stuck cleaning mud out of clothing. And perhaps, there was a grain of actual guilt for ruining another hand-me-down that he was never really owed.
So he sets it on the nearest fencepost, away from the action. The bruising from last night looked unpleasant, but the red had darkened to a more faded blue already. He grips the side that Galli had wandered to. The rules seemed simple enough.
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“Sure.” he says, after what felt like forever.
Guts knew he was strong, but he measured it in the force of his swing, and ultimately in how effective he was at killing an enemy. He didn’t really have a good answer to give her to make the teams even. They could always add more if the six were mismatched.
Before taking up the rope, he tugs at the shirt collar and starts to pull it over his head.
“Lashan’s gonna run out of clothes if I keep messin’ them up.”
Despite the bizarre reaction from last night, he’d rather deal with that than be stuck cleaning mud out of clothing. And perhaps, there was a grain of actual guilt for ruining another hand-me-down that he was never really owed.
So he sets it on the nearest fencepost, away from the action. The bruising from last night looked unpleasant, but the red had darkened to a more faded blue already. He grips the side that Galli had wandered to. The rules seemed simple enough.