♚ Past and Present ♚ Trypton + GM Gattin ♚ Knives
I knew I could handle myself in a fight. I’d learned that from the black eyes, the broken ribs, the cuts, and the burns. The difference is back at home generally people weren’t trying to kill, send a message or teach a lesson maybe, but people always held back. No one was going to hold back here, not if they wanted any chance of winning.
Dax always carried a knife with him. He ate with it, slept with it, I’m pretty sure the idiot even took it in the shower for whatever fucking reason. He swore he always wanted to be prepared if someone was to jump him but I think he was just a little bitch who felt like he needed a piece of metal for protection. Knives weren’t really my thing but I still wanted to be prepared in case I got into a fight and that’s what I had to rely on.
The trainer droned on about the differences between types of knives. Throwing knives, cutting knives, daggers, in about thirty seconds I could tell them apart but his spiel kept just kept going. Waving the trainer away I went to pick up a rather plain looking dagger when I noticed a shadow hovering behind me. After a few seconds of it not moving I decided to speak out. “You enjoying the view or can I help you?”
