Gifted (CAWtastrophe)
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Valter had never been a firm believer in the magical arts. True, he’d always seen the potential, but he was too brash, too impatient, too dismissive of anything that would require you taking a few paces back from your enemy so you couldn’t see the life draining out of their eyes.
But as he watched the work of the Summoner’s newest pet get to work, he had to admit to himself that, perhaps, his way of thinking had been flawed. He could only sit atop his wyvern and stare, awed as the boy painted the battle field a vivid shade of red, utilizing a subset of dark magic he’d never seen before. If he’d known, in his younger days, that it was possible for a man’s head to leave his body at such a velocity, perhaps he might have given the magical arts a chance, after all.
As the horn sounded their victory and for them to return to camp for the night, Valter shook himself out of his amazement. With a firm command, he dismounted Chetak and approached the youngster on foot. With a smirk, he commented, “I’ve never seen a man’s head do that. How... fascinating.”
