Fellow warrior? "We're fellows now?" I asked in equal parts surprise and genuine curiosity as I took the chance to give myself a breather. "Aren't I an insignificant speck of a human being?"
"Perhaps. But as a warrior, you can hold your own fairly well," he explained, letting me take the time to stretch out some of the kinks in my arms and shoulders. "Don't consider yourself my equal, however-"
*CLANG!*
Fvck!
"You're still worth less than the metal used to craft that weird sword of yours."
What the hell was that speed?! I almost didn't even see him approach me as I barely managed to block the overhead swing aimed suspiciously high enough to chop my neck off. Just at the corner of my eye, I saw the familiar blue glow of shining Seigels make themselves known before dimming back down again after the tin can's attack was finished.
Was it related somehow?
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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