[Młynar frowns, about to snap back with some statement about how there’s no way that she can know such things. Still, the thought passes unsaid through his mind, with the knowledge that Rinoa would likely scold him for thinking that way.]
One can hope…
[He’s short with his words, mostly out of a desire to not dwell on the subject. He had resigned himself to being hated long ago- both by his family, and by the people of Kazimierz who cursed him for refusing to fight against the corporation-dominated Council. It was just a price that had to be paid.]
Not so strong as you’d think. I once knew a mercenary who cut entire buildings in two with a slice of his claymore.
[Terra has some absurd contenders. Młynar is definitely up there among them, but he’s also fought against and alongside people who could level entire cities on their own with brute strength. He isn't like that. For all his power, he actually prefers fighting with trained finesse and disciplined Art usage.]
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One can hope…
[He’s short with his words, mostly out of a desire to not dwell on the subject. He had resigned himself to being hated long ago- both by his family, and by the people of Kazimierz who cursed him for refusing to fight against the corporation-dominated Council. It was just a price that had to be paid.]
Not so strong as you’d think. I once knew a mercenary who cut entire buildings in two with a slice of his claymore.
[Terra has some absurd contenders. Młynar is definitely up there among them, but he’s also fought against and alongside people who could level entire cities on their own with brute strength. He isn't like that. For all his power, he actually prefers fighting with trained finesse and disciplined Art usage.]