【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(19)
“No, really, I need this, Father,” Wilbur insisted. His legs felt like lead and some of his bones were definitely misplaced, but by the end of their five-hour session, he’d learned where to strike to kill and where to strike to incapacitate, how to block attacks as much as deal them, and how to fight off stronger opponents—“Which, for you, would be all of them,” Technoblade had said as he righted Wilbur’s grip on his rapier.
“Let the boy bruise a little, Phil,” Technoblade said now, downing a glass of wine. “It’s good practice. Good distraction, too.”
Distraction?
Wilbur looked to his father, but he was busy trying to force a bowl of vegetables on Tommy. When he looked again, Wilbur found himself meeting eyes with Technoblade.
The other boy was considering him at length. Wilbur had caught sight of that expression multiple times in the past five hours. Like Technoblade was inspecting him—less with the scrutiny of a teacher, and more with the intense focus of a surgeon trying not to make the wrong cut.
“Let the boy bruise a little, Phil,” Technoblade said now, downing a glass of wine. “It’s good practice. Good distraction, too.”
Distraction?
Wilbur looked to his father, but he was busy trying to force a bowl of vegetables on Tommy. When he looked again, Wilbur found himself meeting eyes with Technoblade.
The other boy was considering him at length. Wilbur had caught sight of that expression multiple times in the past five hours. Like Technoblade was inspecting him—less with the scrutiny of a teacher, and more with the intense focus of a surgeon trying not to make the wrong cut.
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