You hoping your shins are sharp enough to cut it down?
[Because the kicking, while it's dislodging a few leaves from the lowest branches, seems unable to strike proper fear into the heart of the offending tree.]
And swords aren't my favorite, actually. [But no, Cynric's far from wrong. The mentioned weapon is hidden in a tree about half a mile to their west, though; his current stronghold for the week. Or day.
He has daggers dotted around on his person, though, if that's more to his taste.]
You don't seem like you usually fight with an axe, yourself. More of a wordsmith? [He's just going to settle in and watch him kick himself out, assuming that ever happens.]
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[Because the kicking, while it's dislodging a few leaves from the lowest branches, seems unable to strike proper fear into the heart of the offending tree.]
And swords aren't my favorite, actually. [But no, Cynric's far from wrong. The mentioned weapon is hidden in a tree about half a mile to their west, though; his current stronghold for the week. Or day.
He has daggers dotted around on his person, though, if that's more to his taste.]
You don't seem like you usually fight with an axe, yourself. More of a wordsmith? [He's just going to settle in and watch him kick himself out, assuming that ever happens.]