Dahlia Purchases Akar
“…I understand,” Akar continued defiantly, speaking as best he could through cracked lips. “I understand that you women hide behind your magic and your wealth…” Dahlia paused and turned around in shock. Akar spit against his bit. “…You hide behind these accursed trees. You hide because you are cowards.” Dahlia stepped up, rage in her eyes. She gripped her staff tightly, twisting it in her grip. There was a strain of wood and the staff snapped in half, surprising everyone. “Whoa,” Dahlia said, stepping back. She looked at the broken staff in her grip with a mix of shock and wonder. “D-did you break your staff?” Akar asked, snickering. “I think I broke my staff,” she said, holding up the broken pieces in amusement. “All right, let’s get props in here,” the director yelled. “Well, I guess you can’t do magic anymore,” Akar chuckled. “I guess not,” Iris laughed. “No way,” Dahlia insisted, spinning the broken pieces in her hands. “I’ll just dual-wield from now on.” “It does give a plus one initiative,” Akar laughed. “CUT!” |
