❛ you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once. ❜ :^}
❛ the wolf ——— that is to say, death, is it not ? ❜ his voice remains solemn amidst the grin offered. melancholy’s wrath became apparent at the growing chances of running into old friend once more, camaraderie forged between them a thing of the past, no longer sacred beyond empire’s rise ( time shall mercilessly strike down the worth of any cherished bonds from the past ), their paths diverged & now they’re chained by loyalty to their nations, but so is life’s path. their previous sparring sessions has led up to the real thing, a true battle of their skill put to the test, a battle where one’s might will prevail & the chorus of war shall swallow the last one’s swan song as death’s icy grip becomes frigid with every passing second, succumbing to unfamiliar darkness that guides soul to audience of war’s performance. but that’s all there is to it. this was a battle he knew was coming. it’s only fair he, for once, makes it a fair fight, per his standards.
❛ hey, fall back. leave this to me. ❜ calls off his battalions, confidence creeping onto his grin before it curves into a familiar smirk, slowly dismounting from his wyvern & holding his axe in hand. he gives a few hops ( one, two, three ), cranes his neck from side to side, then finally placing a singular step forward, swinging axe up & propping its haft on his shoulder, far too tranquil for the tide of battle. were it someone else, perhaps it’d be unsettling, albeit since it’s no one but claude to become coolness itself, the atmosphere became reminiscent of those golden days where youth was at its prime. ❛ then let’s see if that wolf really can catch me now, then. once & for all. it’s either this lone wolf’s final breath or mine. i’m not gonna hold back. ❜
x / @valourslain
