[There was something savage in the way of a kukri that Snow White missed. The juxtaposition of that weapon against the rest of his elegant flair. The rapier had always been Cinderella's weapon and it felt strange in Snow's hand, even with the strange magical sense of familiarity that the asterisk provided.]
[He was sure he'd be able to pick up another weapon somewhere else. For now, he was stuck with what the guild provided.]
I appreciate the effort. [Snow smiled and took his stance.] For that, and for being one of the few not trying to kiss me.
Paint it Red
[He was sure he'd be able to pick up another weapon somewhere else. For now, he was stuck with what the guild provided.]
I appreciate the effort. [Snow smiled and took his stance.] For that, and for being one of the few not trying to kiss me.