He seemed quite proud to hear my question about his style, but then again he looked quite proud of just about anything he said so in the end that really wasn't the slightest bit descriptive. Unlike his words on the Lycan killing though, I had half a mind to put all of that to the test, and from that moment onwards i truly felt the metallic weight of the sword strapped to my hip, all but begging me to grab it and seize the answers by force of steel.
"By yourself huh...", I won't lie, hearing that made me lose a bit of that interest, as I sighed and laid rigth back on the chair before I could even lean over the table. I'm all for self reliance, but I know the importance of experience, and neither him nor me have enough of it to be making our own styles. Eventually though, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse, "Is that a challenge? No matter, I was thinking the exact same thing."
Was he capable of killing me? Was I capable of killing him? Only a fight could answer both those questions, and though I bore him no ill will at this point in time, i treated just about everyone as a potential, future enemy. Besides, If you were to ask me about my pasttimes, I'd feel at a loss for words. It might seem wierd but I really can't answer that question. Ever since I remember, I couldn't stand the loneliness, and I always clung to my siblings, and found myself enjoying whatever we did so long as I could be with them. Playing cards, whatever games they could come up with. I didn't enjoy the ball games as much as the boys, nor the grooming as much as the girls.
All I ever enjoyed without anybody else around was... You guessed it, fighting... But neither of us should be fighting on an empty stomach, and when the waitress arrived, I drunk the orange juice nearly immediately.
"Speaking of that, have you seen a tall, brunette woman during your travels?", I asked, before a mouthful of sandwich, locking my eyes onto his, "She likes Sinese fashion and wears her hair in buns, and has a sporty, hourglass build. You can't miss her really."