"But what use has the kingdom for a fool, listening only to his petty wants and not the nation's needs?!" Gale brought his sword back up, ignoring the sharp talons pointing directly at him. The air in the room grew still, the sound of breathing becoming even louder.
Storm took a step closer, the tip of his topmost wing scratching Gale's uniform. "Oh..
my petty wants? Is that what you call it,
brother?" With another spark, the sword fought against the talons, knocking them away, careful not to tear the wing skin. "I could take flight right now, I could soar up into the air and make short work of you,
brother, what use can that pointed unnatural stick do against my own wings? Can it bring you up into the air and back down again, can it take you places, to the very top of a tree, perhaps, or halfway up a mountain? Have you ever breathed the still crisp air of the mountain?" Storm laughed again, with a quick movement, tearing his brother's uniform down to the waist. "Useless king you would have made."
Gah! Gtg for dinner now. Will update later!
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