i can be the man that she deserves

Silas Agata · 04-30-2011, 04:31 PM

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The Russian supposed he had never really thought of his knife as being similar to his own claws or teeth, but it seemed rather obvious now. He looked to the weapon in his hand, twisting his wrist so that the blade glinted along its edge in the sunlight. It made sense now to him that Ezekiel did not often use knives for fighting, and blue eyes traveled to the other discarded weapons as Gabriel’s son spoke of them.

The bow and arrows were intended for a range attack, but that was not something that instantly intrigued the boy. He had been taught at a young age to put his own body to work for him, and somehow the arrows seemed like a way out – like a half hearted attack. He did not look down on Ezekiel at all, but he could tell right away that they were not the weapon for him. Perhaps he’d learn to wield a much larger blade, like the twin katanas Halo was most obviously known for. Looking back to his own blade, it seemed much more insignificant now, though he supposed he was still curious how to use it as an extension of his own god-given weapons.

"Ehh," the Russian started, knowing he would probably disappoint. "Not much, I suppose." It wasn’t as if he had been given anatomy lessons as a child, and so he only knew the basics of what he had learned in life. Of course he was aware of the space his heart occupied in his chest, but the boy could hardly tell anyone a thing or two about his liver sitting contently in his abdomen. "Vhy do you ask?" He wondered if Ezekiel aimed to teach him the most useful ways to wield his knife, and where it would most successfully inflict damage. The thought of the blade plunging into flesh was both sickening and exciting all at the same time.

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