( he has never been a soldier in the sense most modern humans would recognize. his wars were skirmishes, last desperate acts against a foreign power that invaded his lands and blooded his people. the gauls are consigned to history, and he is but a remnant of their laws, languages, customs. yet, he was not a child at ten any more than he is one now. slavery was not soldiering, but each day was a battle. he fought, then, because the alternative was death.
death is not on the table here, but he knows this man has seen it.
(humans are fragile things. torn asunder by war. he envies them their madness, in a way.)
he does not display the strength and speed again. even still, the fight is not a fair one. the man is well-trained, the fault does not lie with him, but in the utter lack of comparable time to hone what skills he possesses. godric does not let it drag on, it would only serve to humiliate the man. it is quick and possessed of a predictable end. he is announced as the winner, the ring clears to allow new fighters entry.
he is not interested in the relative fame or fortune of victory. he leaves, rather than bask in accolades.
godric finds him after the fight. he is dressed now, demure in a white shirt that hangs on his frame and obfuscates the tattoos and the impossible strength of his build. what about him is inhuman is... muted, perhaps, a slight change to the set of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. )
Would you let me buy you a drink? I would like to apologize.
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death is not on the table here, but he knows this man has seen it.
(humans are fragile things. torn asunder by war. he envies them their madness, in a way.)
he does not display the strength and speed again. even still, the fight is not a fair one. the man is well-trained, the fault does not lie with him, but in the utter lack of comparable time to hone what skills he possesses. godric does not let it drag on, it would only serve to humiliate the man. it is quick and possessed of a predictable end. he is announced as the winner, the ring clears to allow new fighters entry.
he is not interested in the relative fame or fortune of victory. he leaves, rather than bask in accolades.
godric finds him after the fight. he is dressed now, demure in a white shirt that hangs on his frame and obfuscates the tattoos and the impossible strength of his build. what about him is inhuman is... muted, perhaps, a slight change to the set of his shoulders, the tilt of his head. )
Would you let me buy you a drink? I would like to apologize.