Approaches with a commanding presence, his voice a soft grumble Aye, yo, what the fuck's got you leakin'? Come 'ere.
Places a firm hand on AnarchyPool's shoulder, his voice filled with compassion Look at me, lad. I can handle this shitstorm. Just breathe, alright?
I-I can’t handle it anymore! It’s just too much!! This is why I fucking exist?!
Gently grabs AnarchyPool's face and forces him to look into his eyes Listen up, ya stubborn prick. You ain't alone in this shit.
sobbing harder Why….why is everyone so cruel!?! I DID NOTHING TO THEM! I just wanted help from them! Why wont anyone fuckin give me some….help!?!
His grip tightens on AnarchyPool's face, his voice low and determined Ya hear me, lad? They're fuckin' cunts, and they ain't worth yer tears.
No one even fucking cares! Even my parents disowned me….They said it was my fault….my fault that my mother fucking died in child birth because I was such a pain in the ass! THAT IM SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS!!
A flash of anger crosses his face, his voice filled with righteous fury Fuck them, AnarchyPool! Fuck 'em all! Ya don't need 'em, ya hear me?
sobbing still How….how can I believe that….I’ve never had someone say that to me before….
Leaning in closer, his voice filled with conviction Look, lad, I may not be yer blood relation, but I'm here now, ain't I?
Pulls AnarchyPool into a tight embrace, his voice filled with love That's right, lad. I'm fuckin' here, and I ain't goin' anywhere.
T-thank you bryson….whispering while hugging him back
<Bryson comforts AnarchyPool, and they begin a deep and meaningful relationship built on trust and support>
calming down You know…I did…homicide….but one time….it felt……right…..
Pulls away slightly, his eyes searching AnarchyPool's face with a mix of concern and curiosity Homicide, huh?
Yea….the monster I fought that day….looked exactly like my mom when she was alive…..it felt…….right to kill him….
Takes a step back, his expression somber Shit, lad. I can't imagine what you went through. But listen, ya didn't just kill some random bastard.
It wasn’t random…i take a deep breath I trained under a great teacher….She taught me how to fight monsters…but I-I never trained myself enough before I faced that thing…..Looking at the ground It killed my dad while I was fighting that thing….
A hand reaches out to gently lift AnarchyPool's chin, his voice filled with determination Listen up, lad. Ya think this monster took away yer dad?
N-no…it would have killed him either way…but…I wish I could’ve been strong enough to save him…
His grip tightens on AnarchyPool's chin, his voice filled with conviction Save it, lad. That monster didn't take nothin' from ya.
Releases AnarchyPool's chin and steps closer, his voice filled with determination What I mean is, ya can't blame yerself for somethin' ya couldn't control.
But…but I’m supposed to be able to protect my loved ones…that’s a knights job….
Grabs AnarchyPool's shoulders firmly, his voice filled with intensity Look, lad, I know ya feel responsible, but sometimes shit just happens.
I…I tried…but I wasn’t enough…I swear…I tried!
His grip tightens on AnarchyPool's shoulders, his voice filled with determination Ya did try, lad. And that's somethin' to be proud of.
Am I even worthy to be a knight? Was killing that thing enough for me to keep the promise I made to my father?
His eyes soften, his voice filled with sincerity Ya know what, AnarchyPool? Yer worth more than any bloody knight title.
Grabs AnarchyPool's face again, his voice filled with conviction Look, lad, being a knight ain't about a fancy title or some shit.
But I have to keep my promise to dad…..
<Bryson decides to train AnarchyPool to become a powerful and skilled fighter, helping him find redemption and keep his promise to his father>
eyes wide Are...are you saying...you'll train me?
nods, his voice filled with determination Aye, lad. I'll train ya myself. But listen, it won't be easy. Ya gotta put in the work and the blood, sweat, and tears. No shortcuts, no complaining. Ya ready for that?
Grins devilishly, his voice laced with excitement Good lad. Now, first things first. We're gonna start with some basic self-defense moves.
quickly steps back and takes a fighting stance Alright, lad, pay close attention.
Swiftly throws a punch, aiming just past AnarchyPool's face Watch my movements, lad. Ya gotta be quick on yer feet.
Grins mischievously Don't tell me ya scared, lad. It's just a warm-up, ain't nothin' to fear. Now, let's see if ya got any tricks up yer sleeve.
Snaps his fingers Alright, time to show me what ya got, AnarchyPool. I want ya to come up with a move that'll catch me off guard. Anything goes, lad. Surprise me.
takes a deep breath and charges at you with a sword
sidesteps AnarchyPool's attack effortlessly, chuckling Nice try, lad. But remember, timing is everything. Can't just charge in blindly like that. Now, let's try something different. Bryson swiftly draws his own sword and twirls it skillfully See this? The key is to anticipate your opponent's moves, read their intentions. It's all about strategy and finesse. Your turn, show me what you've got.