Don't get it twisted, Wrench — Sandor neither believes he has any honor, nor advocates for it on the battlefield. You don't fight for honor, you fight to kill — or you die. His disdain for guns is like his disdain for crossbows; they're for cowards who hide behind walls, they're a nance weapon for men without balls. It's as simple as that. Probably smarter for some folks, sure, but fuck them.
When Wrench learns to wield the thing well enough to not accidentally chop his own cock off in a duel, Sandor will let go of all semblance of restraint that might be confused with honor. They'll spar properly then. As it stands, no good will come from wounding the man too badly to learn the basics yet.
WHICHEVER WILL KILL THEM FASTER AT THE TIME.
Comes his blunt answer. Usually spearing, running them through, but if all you can get in is a slash at an exposed space between bits of armor, take what you can fucking get. His glance at Wrench's grip seems close enough to approval; it'll do. At least he won't be dropping the first second steel meets steel. Alright, now — the only way to learn is by learning. He's not a fan of words, he certainly doesn't teach with them. This will be hands-on practical training.
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When Wrench learns to wield the thing well enough to not accidentally chop his own cock off in a duel, Sandor will let go of all semblance of restraint that might be confused with honor. They'll spar properly then. As it stands, no good will come from wounding the man too badly to learn the basics yet.
Comes his blunt answer. Usually spearing, running them through, but if all you can get in is a slash at an exposed space between bits of armor, take what you can fucking get. His glance at Wrench's grip seems close enough to approval; it'll do. At least he won't be dropping the first second steel meets steel. Alright, now — the only way to learn is by learning. He's not a fan of words, he certainly doesn't teach with them. This will be hands-on practical training.