Part 818: Owain B

Severa? Hey, Severa!

Oh, brother. What is it now?

I was going to help you name your-

I thought I made myself quite clear. My weapon does not need a name.

Oh no, you were very clear on that point. That's not what I was going to say. I think you should name your special moves!

Did you really just say "special moves"?

Like "something-something... SWORD!" or "whatever... THRUST!" and stuff. Come on, it's easy. I'll help you!

I wasn't aware you had moves at all, let alone special ones.

Of course! I'm at 45 and counting. Just a few more, and I'll hit an even 50! Pretty impressive, huh?

And you shout these names out loud while on the battlefield?

That's kind of the point. It strikes fear in the enemy's heart!

Or it just makes them easier to kill when they're doubled over laughing...

...Something tells me I'm not convincing you.

Listen, Owain. Ridiculous names and insane shouting is cute when you're six. But you're a grown man now! It's gone from embarassing to just plain... creepy.

Oh yeah? Well, I've got a name for the move you're pulling right now! Grumpy... BLAST!

What if a real man decides to stab you while you're shouting? Hmm? You're left gurgling on your own blood while we find ourselves one fighter short! Go on! Ask anyone in camp! They all think you're ridiculous.

You think... Do they really...?

Yes, they really! So I'm sorry if I don't have time to indulge your weird little hobby! Now drop it! (leaves)

...S-sorry.