Teaching

[greyerrant]

Who: The Silent wolf and you (open)
Where: Capricorn ward
Summary: Garviel teaches people how to fight with guns, blades, hand to hand, and everything but silly personas pretty much.
Warnings: Manliness, possible combat, a lot of talking.
[Loken waits, a few spare blades and a few longarms and pistols in a fairly careless-looking pile beside him, holding his chainsword two-handed, almost challenging anyone to approach him and learn. He is 8 feet tall, and an imposing figure at the edge of the plains, just before the forest.]

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[killervocabulary]

Silent Wolf, meet the Dragon of the North.

A woman clad in golden armor, and carrying a pair of maces on her hips approaches Garviel. She has not seen the network post, but someone else openly wearing armor and carrying a weapon in such a strange land was a welcome sight. Even if Garviel was huge and his sword looked like some sort of dwarven contraption. For all she knew, he was an orc under all that.

The brandished weapon gives her pause, and one hand cautiously rests on the handle of a mace as she peers at the man through the mask covering her face.

"What's the meaning of this little display?"

[greyerrant]

"I am here to teach those that don't know how to fight how to live long enough to make a difference."

He looks at her, at her armor, and at the maces. He nods approvingly. Not bad for a mortal.

[killervocabulary]

A moment passes, and the hand on her mace moves her hip instead as she continues to look at the large fellow. She eventually nods, however. Certainly his method is a bit more forgiving than some she's seen. "I see. From what I've heard of recent events here, that is likely necessary. Quite admirable of you."

[greyerrant]

"It is only duty." He shrugs his massively armored shoulders.