Squaring his shoulders to protect himself from the well of upset that surged within him at this most unwelcome turn of events, Hametsu resolved to get this all over with quickly, flying his kite not smoothly but with surprising aggression. He cut a brutal swathe, but was alarmed to discover that his reward was the gaudy kite, clashing colors and all.
Drat, he thought, as it was shoved ceremoniously back into his hands with the commendations of the peasants around him. What in Tengoku's name am I going to do with this?
D5 Combat Kite roll. Games 1/Air 3. Perfectionist triggered. Spending Void. | TN: 2 | Success: 2 / Opportunity: 2 / Strife: 2



