Alistair charges out of his hiding place like a wild druffalo, and Anders forgets all about trying to draw him out in his haste to reverse course.
"We agreed no more manhandling! Cheating! Cheating!"
The king is no overweight ruler with soft hands, glued to his throne cushions. Had Alistair had been a templar, he'd be the one Anders worried about out outpacing.
But he's no out-of-shape apprentice being chased around for the first time, either. Snatching glances over his shoulders to mark Alistair's whereabouts, Anders runs for the gardens, pumping his legs as harder to keep his lead. A raised stone flower box stands in the way. Timing the jump, he leaps onto its edge, hanging a sharp left to race along its circumference.
"Keep up with me if you think you can!" he calls out tauntingly. If he can pin Anders down, he'll do what it normally takes a squad templars to accomplish.
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Alistair charges out of his hiding place like a wild druffalo, and Anders forgets all about trying to draw him out in his haste to reverse course.
"We agreed no more manhandling! Cheating! Cheating!"
The king is no overweight ruler with soft hands, glued to his throne cushions. Had Alistair had been a templar, he'd be the one Anders worried about out outpacing.
But he's no out-of-shape apprentice being chased around for the first time, either. Snatching glances over his shoulders to mark Alistair's whereabouts, Anders runs for the gardens, pumping his legs as harder to keep his lead. A raised stone flower box stands in the way. Timing the jump, he leaps onto its edge, hanging a sharp left to race along its circumference.
"Keep up with me if you think you can!" he calls out tauntingly. If he can pin Anders down, he'll do what it normally takes a squad templars to accomplish.