Gunna turn little Nayru into an Assassin
Her attitude intrigued him, but he passed it off as youthful ignorance. Features again softened somewhat as she fumbled clumsily with his sword her questions coming few and far between. Already the girl analyzed way too much, he could see it in her soft gentle features. Her form already was growing fast but he guessed that she wouldn’t ever grow into a structure big enough or strong enough to wield such a weapon and her response echoed his own observations of the girl.
“What is it that you want to do with yourself? What you want to provide or purpose young Nayru?” his question came out during the soft moment of silence that had followed since her last reply. Saluce wanted to know, if she indeed wanted to know how to wield weapons of war then did she want to follow his path? Or did she just want to know out of curiosity or was it something else she planned to do with the knowledge she would learn from him? So far he was unsure but as he sat there his body again reached across a nearby table and pulled over to him a smaller version of the sword she held in her lap. It was the dagger he had kept that had belonged to his father. The behemoth unsheathed the small looking thing that was dwarfed in his massive paw like hand, the blade straight and double edged and amazingly simple.
“Daggers are much more personal weapons, With Sword you can hack and slice but with daggers you can shove through the heart of an opponent while feeling their breath upon your nose. Maybe a more delicate weapon for a delicate looking women?” it was a soft play on words to her, wondering if the smart little women would pick up on his intention and maybe understand what he meant by saying delicate looking women. Sometimes the most deadly where the most beautiful and unassuming of them all, and he had learned that lesson well. “The best time to learn is after you learn your ability to shift, it’s easier to retain muscle memory then while your body is getting used to walking on two feet. You will learn how to dance the dance of death if you are serious enough about learning or you will just end up with a shinny sharp object at your side that serves no more purpose then as an adornment to your attire” the last bit was spoke with a dead seriousness to his tone that he wanted the young one to know that it was up to her whether or not she learned how to use such a weapon.
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