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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5048282" data-attributes="member: 82679">Lora sat quietly to the side, placing the glaive in her lap and thoroughly cleaning the wide blade at the end of the polished oak pole. The girl's heart still ran wildly in her chest - it had been her first time taking a life.The fight was a blur, her actions and reactions more the result of instinct and basic training, than that of a collected warrior's mind. She had dealt the mortal blow, and the sound of the beast's flesh ripping beneath her blade still haunted the girl's mind.Lora pouted at the edge of her Glavie - one could see it had dulled a bit where the weapon had bitten deep in to bone. After thoroughly cleaning the bile and polishing her steel blade to a dim gray, Lora raised her head and looked around. &quot;Does anyone have a sharpening stone? I left mine back at the camp.&quot;Her voice was tense, reflecting her heart still running wild from the fight. Suddenly, Lora's eyes fell on the plump boy lying frozen stiff on the ground. &quot;Is he... alive?&quot; not waiting for an answer the lass left her glaive leaning against the tree trunk she had been sitting on, and went over to where Trinham was lying.A feeling she was not accustomed to flowed trough Lora's chest, as she patted the chubby lad's hair. &quot;You poor thing.&quot; she murmured. Somehow, Lora did not feel threatened by a boy so out of shape and with such a plaind kindness on his face. Well, the fact that he was paralyzed helped as well, but still.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 5048282, member: 82679"] Lora sat quietly to the side, placing the glaive in her lap and thoroughly cleaning the wide blade at the end of the polished oak pole. The girl's heart still ran wildly in her chest - it had been her first time taking a life. The fight was a blur, her actions and reactions more the result of instinct and basic training, than that of a collected warrior's mind. She had dealt the mortal blow, and the sound of the beast's flesh ripping beneath her blade still haunted the girl's mind. Lora pouted at the edge of her Glavie - one could see it had dulled a bit where the weapon had bitten deep in to bone. After thoroughly cleaning the bile and polishing her steel blade to a dim gray, Lora raised her head and looked around. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Does anyone have a sharpening stone? I left mine back at the camp."[/COLOR] Her voice was tense, reflecting her heart still running wild from the fight. Suddenly, Lora's eyes fell on the plump boy lying frozen stiff on the ground. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"Is he... alive?"[/COLOR] not waiting for an answer the lass left her glaive leaning against the tree trunk she had been sitting on, and went over to where Trinham was lying. A feeling she was not accustomed to flowed trough Lora's chest, as she patted the chubby lad's hair. [COLOR=DarkOrange]"You poor thing."[/COLOR] she murmured. Somehow, Lora did not feel threatened by a boy so out of shape and with such a plaind kindness on his face. Well, the fact that he was paralyzed helped as well, but still. [/QUOTE]

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