Willow blinks. "So... what should I do then?"
He spoke to Loki, "I have seen many people with amazing swordsmanship. I could never see myself with a sword, they just feel a little weird for me to hold or swing." Loki, unable to communicate with words, licked Noros' hand.
"you remember when our blades first connected how i used the weight of my blade to push towards you?"
Willow nods. "Yeah, what about it?"
A flame suddenly lit in his eyes "I kinda wanna join in" He said with a determined tone
"i pushed towards you closing distance and cutting you off from your sword if i punched you i'd be able to do some damage or i could have disarmed you"
Willow blinks, not understanding at all. "i don't get it."
He took a long sip of his drink and placed the glass on, the ice cubes clacking against the glass cup.
"I got to practice my aim more at the headquarters", he pulls two throwing knives out of nowhere.
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