Melvin needed help. Sitting on a bench out on the training fields, he turned the sword in one hand as Babel moved around the blade. He was waiting for hunters. He felt almost sneakery and a liar to use such a weapon that was stronger than his own, much to Saliva's denial, on an unsuspecting hunter. Then again, it felt silly to also ask them if he could stab them a few tines. Silly or not, he needed it done.
His eye caught a white-haired hunter further off and he rose up, slowly moving to the acher.
"Excuse me. Can I bother you for a moment? I need help with something."
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