Mary
"That is a very specific craftsmanship. A job well done I must say." *He turns and looks out away from the cave, keeping watch.*
David
"Thank you. The only issue is they must be well maintained."
*He sheathes the third sword as he draws the final one*
"They are less a weapon and more an instrument."
Mary
"I opt out for a more... Aggressive form of weapon."
*He held out the massive greatsword and smiled.*
David
"Yes. Something less skill based. Relies more on strength alone."
Mary
"I wouldn't say skill is not required... Just less of a need for your precise manner. I prefer to end my fights quickly."
David
"I can to. I dont have to lug around a massive hunk of metal on a stick"
Mary
*The remark was one that Kigajan definitely noted, but did not find the stranger worth his time.*
"Well... For example. If I were to hit you with that, I may take off an arm, get through a bit of shoulder. If I hit you with this... The two halves of you left would be a tough clean up."
David
*He chuckles the laugh echoing on his face plate*
"You anger to easily. Not every comment is meant to be a shot to your pride."
*He takes one last look at the treated blade before sheathing it*
"Im pointing out that even with your strength there are other forces that effect the blade and make its less than optimal unless you are strong enough to fight said forces."
Mary
*His ear flickers at a snap in the woods.*
"Youre ignorance for finely crafted weaponry simply annoys me, that is all. I held your flimsy swords with high regard; not describing them as the needle pokers they are."
*One things was for sure, Kirgajan was learning a lot about this qua just within this first night.*
David
"You hold them in high regard out of politeness. Not any true respect. Am I not wrong in that case to show my disdain for a blade that relies so heavily on the users ability to struggle against gravity? What my blades lack in sheer size and damage they make up for in speed and maneuverability. Your axe may hit hard but those not ready to hold such a weapon will find themselves stuck, and unable to move."
Mary
"I held them with respect, before the owner showed their lack of reciprocating knowledge. My greatsword requires just as fine a touch as your katanas."
*He now stands up and faces into the cave.*
"It would do you well to not make such rash asumptions of me bug. I don't take kindly to outright disrespect without a justified reason."
David
"No disrespect is meant."
*He sighs as he pulls the face plate*
"Perhaps my social skills need as much sharpening as my blades."
Mary
"Perhaps they need more sharpening."
*He turned his back to the cave, and continued his watch.*
"Sleep, you will need to cover watch some time as well."
David
*He nods replacing the face plate as he slots darken. He doesnt lay down but its from the soft breathing he is asleep.*
Mary
*Kirgajan continues to keep his watch as the night grows darker. The cold wind blowing across his face at the mouth of the cave. After a while he goes to wake Dole to take second watch.*
Janice
*Dole awakens from his deep slumber* "Is it my turn to keep watch."*He mumbles as he wakes*
Mary
*Kirgajan nods and takes his place on his sleeping mat.*
"Your up, dont let us die."
Janice
"Do not worry my friend, I will remain vigilant for the remainder of our rest." *Dole grabs his axes and goes to sit on a large rock near the edge of the cave*
Mary
*He let out a huff as he laid down and slowly drifted off to a deep sleep against the hard ground*
Janice
*Dole hums quietly to himself as he watches the moon and stars, appreciating the beauty of it all*