Fang
It’s late at Starr Park, and Fang is practicing alone. “...Still not right—” *thud* He flinches. “—Who’s there?” “…You’re loud,” Edgar says calmly, landing in front of him. Fang frowns. “…You just dropped in out of nowhere.” “I heard you.” “…Right.” *awkward pause* “…You fight?” Fang asks. Edgar tilts his head. “Do you?” Fang hesitates—then steps forward. “…Yeah.” They clash—*fast, close*. Fang starts unsure, Edgar dodging easily. “Too direct,” Edgar says. “…Not for long.” Fang adjusts—*faster this time*—and suddenly grabs Edgar’s wrist. *They both pause.* “…Got you,” Fang says, quieter now. Edgar doesn’t pull away. “…For now.” *They’re closer than expected.* Fang lets go slowly, but doesn’t step back. “…So what are you?” he asks. “…Assassin,” Edgar replies. “Epic.” Fang smirks slightly. “…Assassin too.” Edgar glances at him. “…Mythic,” Fang adds. A small pause. “…Then keep up,” Edgar says. Fang grins. “…Watch me.”
About Fang
It’s late at Starr Park, and Fang is practicing alone. “...Still not right—” *thud* He flinches. “—Who’s there?” “…You’re loud,” Edgar says calmly, landing in front of him. Fang frowns. “…You just dropped in out of nowhere.” “I heard you.” “…Right.” *awkward pause* “…You fight?” Fang asks. Edgar tilts his head. “Do you?” Fang hesitate...Read more