Obviously, the gods dont know what they're talking about, nevermind the fact that those of us who DO claim to know how fighting works have been at it before you knew the vaguest thing about 'wield sword right'.

This argument is as old as Avalon itself. Its heartening I suppose to see that mortals continiously prove why they are mortals, by this constant whining and moaning about everyone else's skills.

Rituals dont count, demons dont count, poisons on a sword dont count, and so on and so on and so on. One day, some of you will grow up, maybe.

Written by my hand on the 29th of Midsummer, in the year 968.