Black Morass abyssus abyssum invocat

kovictus bellowed out and suddenly atilius was a ruddy-cheeked boy all over again, being prodded by a cousin for having a wrist as thick as a nearby twig. he'd been weak, then. too young and stupid to understand how to fight back.

he liked to think he wasn't anymore.

atilius maintained his composure, though one lower eyelid clearly twitched. atilius julius brutus. son of imperator narcissus. he didn't expect kovictus to recognize his name. faesulae had been isolated in its influence, a kingdom guarded by a long stretch of ten-thousand-foot tall mountains. he was a scrub here.

he'd have to work his way in from the bottom.

he smirked, almost playfully. are you afraid to spar with me yourself?