"Self defense training from about ten years of age. I learned from experts in keeping people at a distance."
Mantis walks closer, letting the mead mug dance in the air around him like a butterfly. He wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and had a look at the bard. It wasn't much of a distance. Not really. And he was drinking already, so it was a perfect time to make questionable choices.
"I might still have it in me. How many knives do you have to spare?"
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Date: 2020-06-10 04:36 pm (UTC)Mantis walks closer, letting the mead mug dance in the air around him like a butterfly. He wiped at his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket and had a look at the bard. It wasn't much of a distance. Not really. And he was drinking already, so it was a perfect time to make questionable choices.
"I might still have it in me. How many knives do you have to spare?"