Wolf Wolf
The Dovahkiin
Augustus grinned. "Of course, master. I will look forward to that day." he said, bowing. Then, taking Vergil's sword, he straightened it once more. Again, he felt tired. Maybe he should stop bending swords for a while. "Here." He handed Vergil his sword before watching him take off his helmet. "Whoa. Master, you can blend it to your surroundings better than an average person now!" he exclaimed. "And yes, we're done. I think I might faint when I'll bend a couple more swords." he told Isaac. Augustus looked at his surroundings. "... You know, this is a decent location to go on a team match. Anyone up for it?" Okay, that thought popped up randomly but hey, it was still a nice idea.