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Well...he'd hardly wanted to go about fixing his rock the old-fashioned way, but Ophir was applying too much pressure at this point and Vittoria wouldn't be able to go about fixing hers any other way. Evangeline had, in fact, taught him all about breaking magic down to its roots when she'd started teaching just after the Revolution. While it was hardly in a D'Amour's nature to fiddle around with something so droll, his sister had made a point to ensure that King had a solid foundation to build upon.
King paid Ophir no further heed as he and Vittoria accomplished their given task, and he returned his dear friend's nod despite the task making him want to either wretch or fall asleep--perhaps both.
Grande and Strand (oh, gods, they made a rhyming pair) continued to bicker for a while, and while King wanted to protest at the idea of the mountain that was the latter..."defending" him, King was smart enough to not put up any more of a stink right now. Perhaps Strand was better than he seemed, perhaps not. That could be rooted out more properly another time.
Grande, meanwhile, had earned himself a proper crushing during the next sparring class they shared. A lippy little worm like him needed to be put in his place.
"Are we quite finished with this waste of time? I've got drills I could be running."
King asked the question half to Vittoria, half to anyone who might be able to give a proper answer. Ophir should have done his research on who actually needed this kind of remedial course before dragging the entire class out into the woods.
King paid Ophir no further heed as he and Vittoria accomplished their given task, and he returned his dear friend's nod despite the task making him want to either wretch or fall asleep--perhaps both.
Grande and Strand (oh, gods, they made a rhyming pair) continued to bicker for a while, and while King wanted to protest at the idea of the mountain that was the latter..."defending" him, King was smart enough to not put up any more of a stink right now. Perhaps Strand was better than he seemed, perhaps not. That could be rooted out more properly another time.
Grande, meanwhile, had earned himself a proper crushing during the next sparring class they shared. A lippy little worm like him needed to be put in his place.
"Are we quite finished with this waste of time? I've got drills I could be running."
King asked the question half to Vittoria, half to anyone who might be able to give a proper answer. Ophir should have done his research on who actually needed this kind of remedial course before dragging the entire class out into the woods.