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"The Deadly Sin of Greed", Undead Ban ([personal profile] perma_banned) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2016-03-27 06:12 am (UTC)

[Ban watched Daenerys set to her work. Going on with a whip was difficult. For a slave driver, there didn't need to be any real skill to it though it did certainly motivate people to avoid dragging their feet at all if there was talent. True skill came variation. The use of a whip in real combat was something else entirely and not many slave drivers actually took such things onto battlefields. She certainly possessed more strength and dexterity in her wrists and shoulders than any queen he could imagine. More irregular was the fact that the whip was her chosen weapon in the first place. Queens didn't ever take up arms, themselves. It was above the grade of rarity that felt into the realm of myth.

As he watched her go about her work, one crab darted from the foam by his side and drove one claw up, clipping his midsection. Blood ran down heavily from where the claw met him, though he didn't pay it or the creature any mind. He looked to the other crabs to make certain they were a certain distance away. With a lash of his own, his weapon took on its magical tint once more and streaked across the beach, dismembering another crab.

The dull expression he maintained told one every bit of stress he felt. It was the same wherever he went. There was no worry or concern for himself. He was rarely pushed. He never met anyone who could give him real excitement in a fight. He wore the expression of a man who had been trimming the hedges of a home that he had maintained for decades. There was, at most, the minimum amount of focus that it took to act and beyond that, nothing. He was more interested in Daenerys, who presented herself as an irregular person in his scope of knowledge.]


If ya' say so. Couldn't hurt to have spare rations for a large group, though. Y'know-- [He added, his voice finally touched with some measure of investment. Ban's body-language read boredom and reluctance.] -- That barb isn't half as bad as I imagined they would be against that armor on the crabs. You're good enough to make them cut like knives.

[He turned his axis a little, the staff he wielded ringing its chains as he took out three more crabs in one effortless swing. The pink, jagged whip he created spun around and bent at over a dozen angles to accomplish it, despite the fact that it only had three joints.]

[The crab couldn't make Ban budge, digging into him with every bit of effort in its body.]

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