[They end up rolling in the dirt some, and Dan Feng will have at least gotten in a good swipe - but he ends up scratched bloody, too, a single, truly massive hand spanning the breadth of his waist holding him, face-first, against a slab of granite.
There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
Re: [Day 29]
There is literally zero give, considering the difference in their sizes, and his feet scrabble against the scant grass here. He could call his hydromancy forward, or spit acid, or frankly a dozen other things, but he did promise Sett his help, and he liked him enough to follow through with it.]
Neatly, you mongrel!