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Started March 05, 2023 by Deleted user

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I smile and stay standing, folding my hands elegantly behind my back.

"What are you - as in, what manner of creature are you - what do you teach, and how are you here?" I ask.

Arrthyus smiles at the unique questions.

"I am human." He says, "And I teach the way of knights mixed with kyokushin. As for being here, my friend has brought me." He gestures over to me and I wave.

"Authors' magic," I say with a wink.

I chuckle, nodding quietly for a moment.

"Merely human. Chivalry and self-taught discipline. And by the grace of the gods," I summarize.

I wave back at you before turning back to Arrthyus. "Would you mind me asking one last question, Par Arrthyus? I know your time here is short, but humour me."

Arrthyus cocks his head, intrigued.

"Go on."

"What is your purpose?" I ask.

Arrthyus stands, very pleased with the question and the answer he was to give.

"Wherever the Lord leads me." He replies, a twinkle in his eye, "Now, if you would be ever so kind, Wonder…"

I nod, snapping my fingers and the man disappears.

I chuckle, nodding to myself.

"'Wherever the Lord leads me,' indeed. . ." I murmur, disappearing as though I were being sucked through reality.

sad crickets

4, plz, when you get the chance. :)

A small, dark-skinned and dark-haired boy strode into the room.

"Hi!!" he says with a wide grin, "My name is Benjamin! But you can call me Ben. Who are you?"

"Hi, Ben!" I grin at the little boy with delight, "You can call me Arrow. Nice to meetcha!"

"Nice to meet you too Arrow! Got any questions for me?" He sits, but knows he can't sit still long enough and stands again.

"Hmm…." I tap my finger thoughtfully against my lips, "Let me think… Um, I guess I'm curious about… how old are you?"

Ben grins.
"Eight!" He announces.

I smile, "Figures. Have any family?"

"Yeah!" He uses his hands to gesture, "My mom, and my dad, and my big brother Robert!"

I nod, "Good… That's good. My next question would be… You don't fight, do you?"

Ben grins; but it looks evil even on his small face.
"Yeah i do."
He let out a piercing battle cry and began kicking and punching a nearby training dummy, dealing the amount of strength as a teenager would (which is strong for an 8-year-old). But his brawl wasn't flying fists and feet, it was choreographed and specific.

I jump in then, pulling the squirming child away from the dummy as it began to crack.
"OKAY, time for us to go-" I say with a sheepish smile.

"But I was just-!" Ben's argument was cut off as him and I disappeared.

I reappear a moment later and clap my hands together.
"Right! So, @JustALostM was next?"