"Perhaps," I answered stalling for time, now finding myself between the Primzahl and his war hammer as I finally stood my ground. "But I'm sure you already know who I am, right?"
"I have an inkling," Herr Stein laughed as he crossed his arms. "I haven't seen hair that red since Dame Flamme was still under my guidance. That, and the time I caught a glimpse of her burning down a remote barracks before I got out of retirement."
My eyes widened... Mother was under this guy at some point in her life? And he probably saw her recently too! How come-
"Since I'm fond of that little spitfire, I'll give you a chance to impress me."
My thoughts were interrupted as the Primzahl's muscles seemed to grow bigger as he walked towards me; his feet stopping just outside my staff's range as he smiled at me. If I wasn't sure that he was a Primzahl, I honestly would've thought I was looking at my uncle with the way he looked at me.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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