Seaside Moors Getting lost on purpose

Fighting with one eye is wicked - the words almost gave the knight a smile, the way the boy chose his words was almost humorous enough to break the stoic stone-carved man all too soon. Wicked yes, he supposed, but tough all the same. Tougher to learn to get accustomed to the new depth perception and lack of peripherals on the one side, but most opponents did the same damn move to make it less of a weakness and more so a strategic counter maneuver on his part. 

Patiently he waited for the boy's next move, he seemed to think things through this time around and as this was a lesson, Rosencrantz allowed the time to think rather than bombard him. As it turned out, for now, this would be an offensive fight on his part while Rose would take on the defensive side. Perhaps next time the roles would change, a new lesson, a different day. 

The boy moved, coming in face to face this time and leaving Rosencrantz with more than just one possibility on how this would go down - only for paws to find their way into his face, and unfortunately for the boy, into the jaws of the snapping leviathan. Like a strike of lightning, the man moved in an attempt to grab hold of Rowan's arm and take control of his body - a new lesson. Keep your paws on the ground. Thankfully it was a lesson and Rose's grasp, should it be successful, should be anything more than just uncomfortable. 

It baffled him that any at all would screw with their balance like the other woman he had faced alongside Erzulie.