[While she certainly doesn't seem to be his adversary, the soldier doesn't seem eager to lower her rifle. Regis locks his gaze with hers for a moment as if mentally debating if she truly means what she says. After being betrayed so deeply by all which he held dear, Regis was rewarded with newfound mistrust in others.
The memory of General Glauca's sword through his chest will certainly remind him never to trust so blindly again.]
I...I believe I can. [The old king finally decides to cooperate. That's good considering he'll need all the help he can get.] It's a nagging injury, one that I gained prior to here.
[Regis explains as he tries to stand. In a flash of light, a silver sword with a distinctive wing design upon the hilt materializes within his right hand. He digs the sword into the ground before him and uses it to give him some leverage like a mock cane. The old man is a tad uneasy upon his feet but at least he's up now.
However, how in the hell did he manage to form a sword out of thin air? That's quite something to behold. There's faint snow-like embers floating from this seemingly mystical glaive hinting that the sword itself is a construct of magic.]
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The memory of General Glauca's sword through his chest will certainly remind him never to trust so blindly again.]
I...I believe I can. [The old king finally decides to cooperate. That's good considering he'll need all the help he can get.] It's a nagging injury, one that I gained prior to here.
[Regis explains as he tries to stand. In a flash of light, a silver sword with a distinctive wing design upon the hilt materializes within his right hand. He digs the sword into the ground before him and uses it to give him some leverage like a mock cane. The old man is a tad uneasy upon his feet but at least he's up now.
However, how in the hell did he manage to form a sword out of thin air? That's quite something to behold. There's faint snow-like embers floating from this seemingly mystical glaive hinting that the sword itself is a construct of magic.]