"And what would that involve?" Oliver asked, lowering himself into a crouch. He'd tested the first Form of the Poison Water Style, Trickery, and it had proved effective. What of the Form of Overwhelm? Or what of the Form of the Monster?
"Mm, a village about the size of Solgrim would do it. Slaughter them all. That might feed me enough to recover the wounds that have been wrought," Ingolsol said, Oliver could feel the Fragment's delight streaming out of him, merely imagining the idea.
"We both know that isn't an option," Oliver said. He allowed his grip on the sword to change, holding it loosely, improperly, as though he was unfamiliar with the tool.
