look scared little animal. "Peropero but " trampled upon and then rubbed his arm insistently, raising his sleeve and leaving it a patch of pale skin and bony wrist. "As your counselor," he begins, "I have protection, right? Knights and stuff. "And then, as if he realized something. "Not that you need, of course."
Arthur leans his face and hands him the sword.
"As my mentor, Merlin, and he chose his words carefully, weighing every syllable, I'd rather not have to depend on other people in case of danger" He pauses, waiting for the people than I is implicit, not visible, then. You know how to catch, right? CHTML
XC Lightweight and carefree, and again emphasizes the sword, until Merlin puts eyes and grab the handle, lacking a face. Arthur's mind wanders, inevitably, a clumsy kid and scared him holding a sword as if he used a stick. Lets out a dry laugh. Get that frown Merlin and I look severe, as if the shadow of beard blurring the angular features could hide under the pretense of years of experience, the uncoordinated kid. The arm holding the sword moves slow, but Arthur did not have to dodge the blade. His eyes did not appear to be in danger of punctures, and apparently Merlin is able to not trip over his own feet to fall on the tip of the sword. CHTMtwo concerns. But he smiles and awkward movements slow progress, because at least this, this really can teach.
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