𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 1𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒

⠀ Laughter ensues. How amusing he was already. “So you mean to tell me the sword is just for 𝓈𝘩𝘰𝘸——? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵. Oh, you certainly would have remembered me if we met before.” ⠀

⠀ Subtle surprise crosses expression, most were intentional in their summoning———with naught but greed and glory in mind. He only seemed to continuously prove himself different from those she once crossed paths with. ⠀

⠀ “Keen eye you’ve got.” Can he sense the sarcasm? “No, I’m not from around here. Truthfully, I’m just passing through. Why, gonna offer to show me around if I was?” ⠀

⠀ “Well, well———aren’t 𝓎𝘰𝘶 quite the interesting one ? One of those that walks around waving his sword about and calls himself a 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰, hm?” ⠀

⠀ “Need something——?”

⠀ Gaze dropped to offered hand———he was cordial, a noteworthy trait. Hand extended forth, granting a 𝒻irm shake to his. “Perhaps, with that mindset, getting along will be easy. Tell me, possible hero, why have you summoned me?” ⠀

𝙅-𝙀-𝙉-𝙊-𝙑-𝘼 翼のある天使

ᅠ HEART 𝕷𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 IN ARMOR. ᅠ ⠀⠀

ᅠ 𝓉o 𝕻𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 ◜ D̶O̶M̶I̶N̶A̶T̶E̶ ◞ H U M A N I T Y ᢉ𐭩 ᅠ ⠀⠀

◜ 💧 ◞ An odd one, no ? Though, he has managed to grasp her intrigue … 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. He did have a familiar personality, after all. “My expectations are rather high, though I have a small amount of faith you will not disappoint.”

⠀ “One can claim to be a hero. To be noteworthy enough is another matter. Something I shall judge.” Gaze scours from head to toe, respect is a step in the right direction she supposes. “My name is Scáthach.”

I was just saying I need to knock the rust off, bet.