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"oh goodie revenge is drunk....wait...revenge is drunk... oh sh**"

"Don't tell me it's a bad thing."

"very now me being drunk while rare is a cause of concern a tea drinker like revenge being drunk means either something is going horribly wrong or someone made her angry"

"I would make a witty comment, but I can't think of any that wouldn't give me traumatic flashbacks to my own battles with alcohol."

"probably a good call you didn't then"

"Yup."

He sat outside the bar, bored out of his wits

Corvus continues to sit on Noros shoulder and Willow tries a new fighting style with her long swords.

“Like Shade said, try fighting with less magical attacks”, he was leaning against the railing. Despite his leaning, his tall height was still noticeable due to him being 6’8 and can’t fix halfway of the time in cars.

Willow nods. “Ok, I’ve been thinking… I can’t try to copy Shade’s style, we have completely different skill sets and builds, but I was always good at dancing… so what I make that skill into a fighting style.

"Dancing style.....any polearms will do with that style and deal more damage than a sword", Noros said.

Willow smiles. “Great!”

Corvus speaks up. “So, about that… since your going to use a new style, your Great Sword of the End will actually change it’s form to match your new style… try it out.”

Willow opens her Grimoire and summons the Great Sword, but it is no longer a great sword. It’s now a col af Spear.

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"Why don't you practice with a master?", he looks at Noros.

"Aw, stop. You are making me blush", Noros jokingly said.

Willows eyes widen. “You’re a master? Teach me please!”

"I wouldn't say that. More like I mastered proficiency with the skill of using polearms", he said.

Willow stares in confusion. “That basically means your a master…”

"Most people like to think it that way but I don't consider myself a master", he chuckled, "Just someone who is really good at it."

"Lord Noros, you never take yourself or your skills to recognition", Dennis sighed.

Willow sighs. “Ok, anyway, can you teach me?”

"I can suppose I can", he walked towards her as he held his spear, White Tassel.

Willow gets in a stance. “Hmm… I wanna name my spear Vengeance of Valomyr. Sound’s cool, right?”