A Matukai practitioner? Veles remembered of fighting one during the tournament some months ago, way before he became a Sith Lord. He had humiliated his opponent both in combat and psychologically, so he supposed he could show Altair the weaknesses that he could avoid. The idea of the Acolyte not having a lightsaber as a Sith slightly irked him, mostly because in his view, crafting a lightsaber was one of the most important rituals a Force user goes through, if not the biggest. And Veles was big on rituals.
He simply nodded, still undecided of when he would choose to guide Altair through the lightsaber-making process but aware that they were a long time away from that. Instead, he turned his attention to the street around them, searching for another person around to see if everyone here dressed like medieval peasants. And as the woman screamed and he whirled around to look toward her, he sighed. There always had to be some bullshit.
"No! Wait!" he called out as those around them grew hostile. A rock flew toward Altair, but the Sith Lord flicked two fingers as he spoke in a gesture so small no one would notice, and sent the rock flying back toward its sender. It struck the man directly in the forehead and sent him stumbling into a dark alley, where he collapsed, unconscious from the impact.
Veles turned to follow Altair, but realized that if he did not calm the mob right now they would grow far too riled up for them to be able to do anything about the situation later.
"Your companion is a demon! The Gods will strike him down!" cried out a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard wearing a simple shirt that looked like it had seen wear every single day of the man's life. And Veles had no doubt it did.
"Would a demon slay a dragon?" he asked, raising the pearl up for the villagers to see. For a brief moment, they stared in stunned silence. And then all hell broke loose again, and he could see villagers rushing into their homes to fashion all sorts of weapons.
"There is no dragon anywhere around here, heretic! You lie!"
Veles sighed, exasperated by the small-minded peasants, and stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. The librarian dashed away right before he went in, mouthing I'm sorry and he'd understood; being associated with them two would be a death sentence.
"Altair... You mustn't care about the curses some insignificant and ignorant lifeforms hurl your way," he said softly, careful to diffuse the situation. He could sense the clashing sadness and sadness within him. "You're a skilled fighter and you've done nothing wrong today. If any opinion matters, let it be mine."
Outside, the guards were gathering in front of the door, gripping their spears and swords with clammy hands, their teeth practically chattering at the concept of fighting a demon. "Has he arrived yet? He hasn't? No matter, prepare for the assault." The leader of the city's defense forces strategized and commanded his men, his mind racing and heart pounding. This was it. This would be the moment he would prove himself.
"They're going to try to attack us," he stated matter-of-factly but not unkindly. "We need a plan. I can hold them back and we can try to reason with them again or we can slaughter them where they stand. It is your choice." A test just as much as it was an act of kindness--Veles gently trying to use the opportunity to nudge his apprentice toward making important decisions and learning to take charge. Regardless of what Altair chose, whether or not he considered it wise, Veles would be behind him, supporting him. Because that was the whole point of having an apprentice.
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He simply nodded, still undecided of when he would choose to guide Altair through the lightsaber-making process but aware that they were a long time away from that. Instead, he turned his attention to the street around them, searching for another person around to see if everyone here dressed like medieval peasants. And as the woman screamed and he whirled around to look toward her, he sighed. There always had to be some bullshit.
"No! Wait!" he called out as those around them grew hostile. A rock flew toward Altair, but the Sith Lord flicked two fingers as he spoke in a gesture so small no one would notice, and sent the rock flying back toward its sender. It struck the man directly in the forehead and sent him stumbling into a dark alley, where he collapsed, unconscious from the impact.
Veles turned to follow Altair, but realized that if he did not calm the mob right now they would grow far too riled up for them to be able to do anything about the situation later.
"Your companion is a demon! The Gods will strike him down!" cried out a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard wearing a simple shirt that looked like it had seen wear every single day of the man's life. And Veles had no doubt it did.
"Would a demon slay a dragon?" he asked, raising the pearl up for the villagers to see. For a brief moment, they stared in stunned silence. And then all hell broke loose again, and he could see villagers rushing into their homes to fashion all sorts of weapons.
"There is no dragon anywhere around here, heretic! You lie!"
Veles sighed, exasperated by the small-minded peasants, and stepped into the house, closing the door behind him. The librarian dashed away right before he went in, mouthing I'm sorry and he'd understood; being associated with them two would be a death sentence.
"Altair... You mustn't care about the curses some insignificant and ignorant lifeforms hurl your way," he said softly, careful to diffuse the situation. He could sense the clashing sadness and sadness within him. "You're a skilled fighter and you've done nothing wrong today. If any opinion matters, let it be mine."
Outside, the guards were gathering in front of the door, gripping their spears and swords with clammy hands, their teeth practically chattering at the concept of fighting a demon. "Has he arrived yet? He hasn't? No matter, prepare for the assault." The leader of the city's defense forces strategized and commanded his men, his mind racing and heart pounding. This was it. This would be the moment he would prove himself.
"They're going to try to attack us," he stated matter-of-factly but not unkindly. "We need a plan. I can hold them back and we can try to reason with them again or we can slaughter them where they stand. It is your choice." A test just as much as it was an act of kindness--Veles gently trying to use the opportunity to nudge his apprentice toward making important decisions and learning to take charge. Regardless of what Altair chose, whether or not he considered it wise, Veles would be behind him, supporting him. Because that was the whole point of having an apprentice.
@Sreeya