Ouroboros Spine I got my finger on the trigger

Lucky for Rodyn, he would get Stratos today!

The little prince had been close to the edge of Moonglow and hurried toward the call - having never met an absolute stranger, and quite eager to start showing himself a competent hunter, a competent soldier, a competent son.

Not like he had anyone to compete against, except for Mojag, who was enough of a brother in heart for Stratos to feel some sense of competition against.

“Who’re you?” the boy shouted still from some paces off. But he was running in quick! And when he tried to slow his nails clicked on ground slippery from the rain; “uh oh!” he realized too late that he would more or less slide into place when he finally got near enough to the outsider at their door, if “into place” was even the right way to put it! “Watch out!”