【生肉搬运】鸟雀passerine 第一章(6)
“Stories are curious things,” Philza said as he swung again, barely giving Techno time to dodge. “Some of them are true…”
He moved so quickly. Techno could do nothing but stand there as Philza rushed him with a hilt to the ribs, knocking Techno backwards onto the training room floor. Techno scrambled to his knees, but Philza was already standing over him with his sword held high above his head, his eyes glimmering with an emotion Techno couldn’t place. For once in his immortal life, kneeling there in front of the first person he called friend, Technoblade felt hunted.
And then Philza lowered his weapon. He smiled gently down at Techno—the soft smile Techno was used to—and offered Techno a gloved hand.
“… and some of them are not,” Philza finished. “So. Best of two out of three?”
“You’re a bastard,” Techno said playfully, even as the voices screamed, run, run, run. He took Philza’s offered hand and pulled himself up beside the man that he was sure could have cut him in two, no matter how dulled the sword’s edge was. As Philza patiently moved Techno through all the things he’d done wrong (small things like foot placement and his hilt grip being an inch off), Techno found it equal parts amusing and frightening that despite his eons of bloody fighting, it took only a few minutes of sparring for Philza to find flaws in his technique. But then again, Techno’s technique wasn’t particularly polished; it took only one brutal swing to fell most people. Something told him that Philza would be harder to kill than that.
He moved so quickly. Techno could do nothing but stand there as Philza rushed him with a hilt to the ribs, knocking Techno backwards onto the training room floor. Techno scrambled to his knees, but Philza was already standing over him with his sword held high above his head, his eyes glimmering with an emotion Techno couldn’t place. For once in his immortal life, kneeling there in front of the first person he called friend, Technoblade felt hunted.
And then Philza lowered his weapon. He smiled gently down at Techno—the soft smile Techno was used to—and offered Techno a gloved hand.
“… and some of them are not,” Philza finished. “So. Best of two out of three?”
“You’re a bastard,” Techno said playfully, even as the voices screamed, run, run, run. He took Philza’s offered hand and pulled himself up beside the man that he was sure could have cut him in two, no matter how dulled the sword’s edge was. As Philza patiently moved Techno through all the things he’d done wrong (small things like foot placement and his hilt grip being an inch off), Techno found it equal parts amusing and frightening that despite his eons of bloody fighting, it took only a few minutes of sparring for Philza to find flaws in his technique. But then again, Techno’s technique wasn’t particularly polished; it took only one brutal swing to fell most people. Something told him that Philza would be harder to kill than that.
两a相逢必有一o的肉在第几章
