sugarratio

“I’m offering to bankroll your war against the Profane in exchange for enchanted silverware. I saw the extra dormitories being built at the academy, and the training camps for common soldiers outside the city. Such an overhaul of the knighthood and military doesn’t come cheap, and Uther has suffered some costly tragedies these last few years.”

It's going down now You're thirsty for some blood Actually craving for love. What you only want is dub Greed makes you go numb Purposefully, blocking good thoughts Hey, please, doctor, doctor He's about to be that patient 'Cause I'm about to knock him out cold (Bring him back, please) .Whole lotta moves I make on you like dance floor. And during this beat down You prolly wish that you can fast-forward (oh).

Outside, Roc was engaged in the opening battle of the day, fighting against a talented warrior who could use both shield and sword magic. Again and again, he pounced on his foe, trying to smash through his defenses with powerful kicks and punches. However, even while his limbs were wrapped in mana, he could not break through the glowing tower shield the man wielded. With every attack that failed to break through, his enemy would counter with a slash, able to swing his sword with more speed and force than an average warrior could ever hope to achieve. Roc relied on his wings to pull him in and out of danger, but they were all that was keeping him alive, and he was left bloody from numerous close calls.