[ Opposite of Sage, Rowen feels nothing. His armor has no ties to earth, to humanity, even. Space and air are lonely, empty, whistling but never tangible. The most that goes through him is that the warrior of Halo seems personally offended– a note and not much more.
He understands the shout as a question, but he's turning the answer over in his head. Expression impassive, he draws his bow back, letting another arrow soar towards the blonde. Will this be reply enough? Or will he need more? At his back, Anubis' laugh is a rasp, glee shining through. ]
How do you feel about fighting your friends, Sage of Halo? [ Rowen finds he won't have to say anything, the other warlord is going to fill in the blanks. ]
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He understands the shout as a question, but he's turning the answer over in his head. Expression impassive, he draws his bow back, letting another arrow soar towards the blonde. Will this be reply enough? Or will he need more? At his back, Anubis' laugh is a rasp, glee shining through. ]
How do you feel about fighting your friends, Sage of Halo? [ Rowen finds he won't have to say anything, the other warlord is going to fill in the blanks. ]