Post by Finn Whelan on Mar 6, 2020 7:00:28 GMT
He did have to wonder if that was true. He was no fighter, but he had quick hands and reflexes, that was a fact, and Aurelius was a power house, but surely his size made him slow to strike?
There might stand a chance there, after all, but still, sparring and fighting, especially with his friends was just not Finn's way. Even if it was Aur's.
He still remembered the time he'd punched Kendry at the man's behest and the action still greatly bothered him. The mercenary seemed unfazed by it and yet every time he pictured the man he cared for hitting the ground as hard as he had, Finn could feel his own lips curl in an empathetic grimace.
Perhaps when the man returned he could make that up to him...
"Psh," he scoffed at Aur's concerned question, finding the very thought that he harbored any guilt for the plunge into the water rather ridiculous, indeed, as he followed in the wake the Bear created in the waves.
"I'm perfectly fine. If I'm done in by a little tumble into the Sea then I am a sorry sight of a sailor indeed and may my ship be taken from me right this moment for it!"
He'd fallen from great heights into the sea below.
When your vessel was struck by a canon and you had been perched in the crow's nest to plunge into the water was quite the painful fall. He'd been rather reddened and bruised after that tumble, as he could recall. Thankful the wolf helped him to heal fast and get right back at it all over again.
"I've no desire to fight a friend, however."
Admitting he probably wouldn't make for a decent sparring partner for the Bear anytime too soon.
"Even though I know any punches I land against you would probably feel like hurling kittens your way-- Violence just isn't my forte. Always the Lover, never the fighter. Don't get me wrong though, someone poses a threat and I'll strike the man down where he stands, no doubt about it, but I'd really rather not."
There might stand a chance there, after all, but still, sparring and fighting, especially with his friends was just not Finn's way. Even if it was Aur's.
He still remembered the time he'd punched Kendry at the man's behest and the action still greatly bothered him. The mercenary seemed unfazed by it and yet every time he pictured the man he cared for hitting the ground as hard as he had, Finn could feel his own lips curl in an empathetic grimace.
Perhaps when the man returned he could make that up to him...
"Psh," he scoffed at Aur's concerned question, finding the very thought that he harbored any guilt for the plunge into the water rather ridiculous, indeed, as he followed in the wake the Bear created in the waves.
"I'm perfectly fine. If I'm done in by a little tumble into the Sea then I am a sorry sight of a sailor indeed and may my ship be taken from me right this moment for it!"
He'd fallen from great heights into the sea below.
When your vessel was struck by a canon and you had been perched in the crow's nest to plunge into the water was quite the painful fall. He'd been rather reddened and bruised after that tumble, as he could recall. Thankful the wolf helped him to heal fast and get right back at it all over again.
"I've no desire to fight a friend, however."
Admitting he probably wouldn't make for a decent sparring partner for the Bear anytime too soon.
"Even though I know any punches I land against you would probably feel like hurling kittens your way-- Violence just isn't my forte. Always the Lover, never the fighter. Don't get me wrong though, someone poses a threat and I'll strike the man down where he stands, no doubt about it, but I'd really rather not."