To Flow or to Fly - Part 3

Without intention, Oliver had caused an effect. Gar had been struggling to find his ground again, and by Oliver's movements, he found a pocket in which he could gather himself, and set his sword once more to moving.

Oliver acknowledged Gar's wants for a good while. Like the leaf, he could feel the breeze of Gar's blowing, and for a time, the two fought side by side, ruthlessly carving up all that was in front of them. They matched each other's rhythm, as if they had fought together since they had been in the cradle.

A feeling of the utmost pleasure built up in Oliver, and a giant childish smile formed on his face. His heart swelled to the point that he almost wept, as he enjoyed the moment to the fullest, before it too faded away. Before it too became too large to escape the dragon's notice, and once more did he shrink away, a mere piece of nothingness, in a world that was full of carving desires.