The Kingdom’s forge heat radiates against the cold metal of the training area. Seth stands alone, his custom steel prosthetic gleaming under the flickering overhead lights as he practices a sweeping downward strike. The rhythm of steel hitting wood fills the room, but the sound is interrupted by the heavy, rhythmic thud of a boot against the floor behind him.
Miller
Seth, the scouts just radioed in. They found signs of a Savior scouting party near the north sector. We need to move, now.
Seth
The training can wait. If Negan’s men are this close, our defenses won't hold if we keep them guessing.
Seth
Forget the targets, Miller. Get the men to the north perimeter. If they’re testing the gate, we need to show them exactly what happens when they cross it.
Seth fastens the steel prosthetic to his arm, the locking mechanism clicking into place with lethal precision. He grabs his heavy sheriff revolver, his gaze hardening as he steps toward the exit, leaving the training dummies behind in a haze of sawdust and sweat.
“I just need a little more training miller Morgan is teaching me most efficient ways to kill with my blade hand”
SUCCESS (Legendary Melee Combat, rolled -2)
Seth
Not yet, Miller. I need more time. Morgan is teaching me the most efficient ways to drive this prosthetic through bone and armor. If I am going to lead, I cannot be clumsy with this new limb.
Miller
We don't have the luxury of time, Seth. The Saviors are breathing down our necks.
Seth ignores the protest. He pivots on his heel, his steel-reinforced hand carving a tight, lethal arc through the air that leaves a deep gouge in the wooden practice post. The movement is fluid, calculated, and terrifyingly precise. He retracts the prosthetic, locking his gaze onto the splintered wood as he recalibrates his center of gravity.
Seth
The blade-hand responds better with every repetition. Muscle memory is returning, and with it, the certainty that I can gut any Savior who steps into my reach.
He releases his breath, the intensity in his eyes settling into a cold, predatory focus. He turns to face Miller, his expression unreadable.