*Triel suddenly struck downwards, inserting his blade into the skull of the dying bird to spare him agony. He wasn't happy, nor sad. His indifferent mood was all he projected at the moment, but inside, he was fuming. If this was all the birds that were going to strike at him, then he wouldn't have dirtied his blade with their blood. It might have been someone more worthy.*
"Nothing has changed. Just practice and a few scratches here and there. Our sisters haven't been reached though, so I have no worries."
"Nothing has changed. Just practice and a few scratches here and there. Our sisters haven't been reached though, so I have no worries."