Phenex: Okay, 340 words into Chapter Five...come on, it opens right at the start of the confrontation! You love battle scenes...so what's the problem?
Me: I-I dunno...I want to do this right, I want to do it justice...but it's such a 50/50 thing for me. More importantly, why do you care? I'm writing this scene from Forneus' POV, not yours. :bored:
Phenex: It might be from his point of view, but I'm still in it--which means you've got both of our moves to think about...not to mention our opponents'. Or did you forget that?
Me: . . .
Phenex: ...So you don't want my help, then? Fine, I know when I'm not wanted. I'll just go somewhere el--
Me: No! That's not what I meant...*Pleads in a small voice* Help?
Forneus: Of course he'll help you--we both will. Right, Phenex? *Looks pointedly at the other*
Phenex: *Grumbles* Alright, alright...
Me: Forneus, what would I do without you? :inlove:
...Way to be productive, Rebel. :facepalm: Okay, now I'mma work on this...