Bonds

PoV Fiogen

"So, from one to ten, how good of a fighter was Diego?" I asked Folarin while she was serving our food.

She had cooked the lizard meat that I caught and mixed it with a bunch of spices she had bought in the store, along with some roasted potatoes and carrots. It wasn't the tastiest meal, nor was it enough to quell my hunger, but I didn't complain as there wasn't much food there anyway.

"An easy ten, he was the most reliable when it came to fighting a group of armed enemies; thanks to a combination of his magical weapons and the skill he gained with countless years spent as an assassin, he was always one step ahead of his enemies." She responded with her eyes shining bright, full of admiration and respect.

"He wasn't a ten; that was all his weapons work; if he were half as strong as you believe him to be, he wouldn't have lost against that guy in the last stage in which we participated." Objected Valis.

"But he won." Commented Folarin.