Haunted Wood morning glory

apparently, becoming a mercenary required more training than famine had anticipated. he'd considered himself a good fighter before this encounter, but with all of the new information vanity was bringing.. could he really have been that good without even knowing the basics?

well, whatever. he was learning now, and that's what mattered. like this? famine asked. again, his chin was pressed against his chest, but without the awkward positioning of before. assuming vanity would correct anything wrong, he braced himself for second impact.

this time, when his opponent attacked, famine opened his mouth and aimed the bite for whatever piece of flesh might be within reach.