[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[WyvernSlayer]

How did I talk myself into this, again?

This was a persistent thought in Satsume’s mind for the past couple days. It was a fool’s endeavor. It had to be. No one in their right mind would willingly follow a person who had once already tried to kill them. And even if the danger was somehow more than Orica could have imagined, she left no doubt as to her contempt for Satsume, even as he fought back from almost certain death. It really made him wonder if there was something wrong with him.

The last couple of days had been mostly quiet and uninteresting, actually. Satsume had made an effort not to say anything that would put him in a position to be thrown onto somebody else’s blade. Unfortunately, since Orica was so volatile, he said barely anything at all. It was like tiptoeing on eggshells. He picked his eyes up from the ground and looked at the imposing blonde figure walking briskly in front of him. Am I ever going to figure you out..?, he wondered.

Then suddenly, Orica stopped and reached for her weapon. The quick movements made Satsume instinctively do the same. His head darted around. An attack? Here, in the castle town?

Orica ducked into a side alley. Satsume continued to survey the area. There were a couple small pockets of guards roaming around. Maybe it was a bit unusual that there were hardly any citizens out in the streets, but that was Lycia for you these days. Satsume sighed to dispel the tension and turned his head in Orica’s direction. He hadn’t followed her into the alley. Instead he raised an eyebrow, perplexed at her odd behavior.

“What are you doing?” he groaned.