Ain't about what I'm capable of. It's about what he decided to throw at me in the first twenty minutes ta figure out what I'm capable of. Throwing a kid into water ta teach 'em to swim works fine if it's shallow and you got people around to jump in and save 'em if they don't. Throwing a kid in when it's ten feet deep and it's full of acid, don't do nothin' but damage 'em. If they's luck enough to survive ta get out.
[Daryl's glare doesn't lessen and his anger rises, though outwardly his tone cools to something that sounds less outright hostile. Images of the session, him pulling a few more knives off the table only to be met with Mars gaining two arms and bringing out a lightsaber to compensate skittered around like he was considering bringing it up. Ultimately, he decided to leave those details for the time being.]
Point is, you don't test someone you barely seen do anything with excessive force right off the bat. You work up to it. If he'd met me with two knives, that's one thing. But two fucking swords? And the whirlwind thing he does when he spins his hands? Ain't about to step inta the path of a walking blender for a what shoulda been goddamn training session.
no subject
[Daryl's glare doesn't lessen and his anger rises, though outwardly his tone cools to something that sounds less outright hostile. Images of the session, him pulling a few more knives off the table only to be met with Mars gaining two arms and bringing out a lightsaber to compensate skittered around like he was considering bringing it up. Ultimately, he decided to leave those details for the time being.]
Point is, you don't test someone you barely seen do anything with excessive force right off the bat. You work up to it. If he'd met me with two knives, that's one thing. But two fucking swords? And the whirlwind thing he does when he spins his hands? Ain't about to step inta the path of a walking blender for a what shoulda been goddamn training session.