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Byron deactivated his saber at the Blood Carver’s exit request.
He simply nodded, replying, “You may leave, padawan.” To cement his statement, he threw his saber over his shoulder until only the clinking of the hilt hitting the containment unit of other sabers could be heard.
“Seek counsel with your master. I’m sure she will have more to say than I will.” There was a sincere smile behind his advice. From someone that cared, from someone who knew how it felt. Vayla was as kind as she was effective as a knight, he was certain that she would guide the young Blood Carver to success.
Byron turned to the duel and bowed his head.
“With that, I’ll take my leave. Have a good day, Eckaaso.”
His exit wasn’t slow, the mechanical whirring of the door buzzing through the walls.
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Byron deactivated his saber at the Blood Carver’s exit request.
He simply nodded, replying, “You may leave, padawan.” To cement his statement, he threw his saber over his shoulder until only the clinking of the hilt hitting the containment unit of other sabers could be heard.
“Seek counsel with your master. I’m sure she will have more to say than I will.” There was a sincere smile behind his advice. From someone that cared, from someone who knew how it felt. Vayla was as kind as she was effective as a knight, he was certain that she would guide the young Blood Carver to success.
Byron turned to the duel and bowed his head.
“With that, I’ll take my leave. Have a good day, Eckaaso.”
His exit wasn’t slow, the mechanical whirring of the door buzzing through the walls.
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