Redsand Canyon Frourós

Arsenio barked a laugh.

What did fun have to do with it?

I do not know, the man said, shrugging softly. I have many things to defend in Mereo. Protecting, defending, guarding, those things are vital. It is rewarding because it means my love is safe. The ice of his eyes fixed on Towhee’s face. He wondered why she cared whether he had fun. They were a military outpost, after all. Was it not duty above all else? Did the Roman wish for his soldiers to have fun?

I have never been disappointed by a fight, either.

The smile that formed on his face was confident. Fun had nothing to do with it. Arsenio was a man, and he thrived on the opportunity to flash his skill.

The mercenary took the first shot, aiming a snapping bite of his teeth for her chin. He kept his head low enough to protect his throat - always.