Flood of skills

The audacity that came with his voice, the fierceness, the power, it resonated very well with what could be regarded as a true leader.

The lost voice Garmond had once carried in the battlefield, one that made his enemies shiver in fear whenever they heard it. 

That was what the great sword demanded from him. No mere person could wield such a weapon like itself and be a pipsqueak.

"Human, you have earned my respect." The voice replied back, it wasn't submissive, but Garmond could tell that it was more willing to listen to him now.

"What is it that you want?" The voice asked.

Taking a deep breath, Garmond looked up into the sky.

'A second, you're at my neck, and now you're asking what I want. Can I stop meeting these strange things!' Garmond felt like complaining, but he didn't know where to start from.