"I can't reach him," Oliver thought, his anger swirling at that fact. All that he'd trained towards, all that he'd learned, it was insufficient. Dominus could have found away, but Oliver as he was couldn't. The more the battle went on, the more to Germanicus' advantage it would shift.
He hated that fact. He detested that fact. For it felt like an insult to the legacy of his master. Dominus was not here to defend himself. It was only Oliver who was present to show the teachings of the greatest Sword in Stormfront history. It was incomparable to the likes of Germanicus. His wisdom alone ought to have been worth more than him.
Hod had declared that he wished for Dominus Patrick, and in finding himself so insufficient, Oliver too wished for Dominus Patrick once more. He willed the wisdom and experience of his master into his blade. He remembered how straight Dominus would stand when they sparred, how he would mark the ground where he stood with his presence.
