Because I always start you off with two chapters...
Cecil watched Kain club one of the monsters to death and frowned, wondering if he should say anything or not.
But his friend noticed the look on his face and shrugged, "What?"
"Well, I don't know how to put this, but…you use a lance, or a spear, or a javelin, or whatever you want to call it. Your supposed to…well, jab with it. The end is sharp. Less…whaky-whaky, more stabby-stabby." Cecil explained.
Kain glared at him, "I don't tell you how to do your job,"
"I'm just trying to be helpful!" Cecil argued.
Kain scowled at him but then jumped and left his friend to roll his eyes.
"He always does that to avoid conversations…"
Author's Note: Trust me. This fic will be 90% making fun of Kain.
And the way his battle sprite attacks just cracks me up. It's like he's using a club...