Moonspear even would i know in my lifetime i will be

Just like that, Arcturus outplayed Dragomir, swooping in to snatch the stick while the boy was out of position. Dragomir didn't retaliate. He froze, watching the stick as it sailed away with a very familiar feeling of disappointment. It socked him in the gut with more force than even he'd been expecting. This failure was marginal in Arcturus' mind, but for Dragomir, it felt monumental. Why, oh why, was he so stupid? Just a stupid burden who couldn't even defend a damn stick.

Arcturus urged him to try again and Dragomir marched over to where the stick lay now, fighting back tears of frustration. It would be even more stupid to cry about this. It sucked and it was hard to know what to do and he felt stupid for being bested so easily, but it didn't suck as bad as being kidnapped and tortured in a cave. It wasn't as hard as half of what he'd been through. So he channelled his frustration into something useful, taking his place over the stick and stooping low over it to protect it.

This time, when Arcturus came, Dragomir didn't budge at all ... a tactic that, unbeknownst to him, wasn't much better than his lunge from before.