Dolphus turned his eyes back towards her with a slight glare, deciding the matter was unimportant and it was in everyone’s best interests - at least for now - that she be wrong about a few things. Still though… Well, I guess I can’t fault her for coming to that conclusion.
But still though.
Dolphus had started to turn to stand up, but his head turned back towards Ari with eyebrows raised when the massive steel bat thicker around than his leg came into play. She can lift that with just one hand?! I’m starting to think Mariner might not be so capable of putting her down after all.
Toothpick? TOOTHPICK?!
Well I guess it- NO. Dolphus scowled. There’s no excuse for such flippant disregard of such fine craftmanship. This sword was forged and perfected for three years; the pearl on the pommel has no equal for- okay well the pearl is relatively cheap but that is no excuse.
Grabbing onto the branch nub he had collided with before, Dolphus slowly staggered to his feet, wobbling all the way. “That, at least, we can agree on.” He slowly turned around, unsheathing his sword to cover Ari’s back, as much like before he had noticed the sounds of movement from behind her a bit faster than she likely would.
Dolphus exhaled. His hunched posture and weak breaths were likely not helping his case here, what with being surrounded like this. The accent was slightly relieving, since it immediately brought to his attention the northern fleet ships that had tried to shoot down the Thauin before it attacked the Caelin’s Hand.
Dolphus swallowed hard before speaking.
“Well, you know how attached people get to these sort of things,” He replied, trying desperately to make his voice sound conversational and not as worried and tired as his eyes looked, which scanned the trees for some indication of their opponent. “If this is your property, your sign must’ve blown over.”
I don’t know if this sarcastic levity is hurting or helping. My stomach hurts.