breath in and pull the trigger

Max Klein · 04-15-2012, 10:17 PM

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The whole idea had been exciting for him. It helped to alleviate the tension that brewed within the clan, all wounded and unsure of what would be coming in the next day. Max himself had suffered a savage wound on his left side, but Enkiel was a capable healer and had bandaged it well. He knew it would scar—it was too deep not to. Still, he was ready for the next fight. Even Ezekiel had been seriously wounded, which told the Hastati that no one was safe. He patrolled regularly and practiced often, though the staff fighting was growing wearisome. They needed steel weapons, not strong oak. The other dog-hybrid had cited Max’s affinity for the hatchet and suggested he practice with that…after disarming him with a sharp blow from the quarterstaff, of course.

Sparrow was to be his student, which was a new challenge. Max had only taught in a secondary sense. While he had trained with Vesper, he had been there with Ezekiel most of the time. This was a solo task and one he intended to do well at. If he was to be a Hydra, or even Triarii, he needed to know how to teach.

Max was armed with a bow constructed in similar fashion to Ezekiel’s. This required a strong arm, but he was much larger than his mentor and well built for such a task. It was carried in one hand while a simple quiver rested against his back, leaving one hand free. He had scrounged up a small bag of supplies for their task; paint from Talitha’s cave, an extra bowstring, and some smoked meat. While they were more than capable of hunting, Max’s size meant he ate more often and keeping snacks on hand allowed for this.

The tall hybrid found the older woman near the Mansion, already with a bow. This pleased him, but did not surprise him—Vesper was well respected in his mind and her sister given some faith because of this. Max was a full head taller then she, but he wagged his tail as he approached and regarded her in a friendly manner. If not for his shaggy, unruly hair and too-long canines, one would hardly think he was a monster. “You ready?” He asked, pale eyes coming to her face. She was very pretty, though thin and almost sharp around her curves.

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