The Rise Of CuteGuy

Space!?

Scar pov:

After the meeting was abruptly cut short, I found myself pacing around my office, grappling with the unsettling news that our battle might soon extend into space. The gravity of the situation was starting to sink in-pun intended. I couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and disbelief. "Space? I'm an archer, not an astronaut. I don't even know how to fight in space," I muttered, my thoughts a jumble of worry and confusion.

"I've never been to space before, and I'm still figuring out this whole vex thing. I don't even fully understand my magical abilities yet. How am I supposed to handle this?" My pacing grew more frantic as I voiced my concerns aloud, feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of this new challenge.

Grian was in the office with me, completely unfazed by my turmoil. He lounged on the couch, his wings wrapped around himself to keep warm. Despite the chaos of the situation, he looked calm-almost bored.

"Hey, you're taking this too hard," Grian said, breaking the silence. "It's not like you're going to be alone up there. We've got a team, right?"

"But it's not just about having a team. I don't even know how to fight in zero gravity," I replied, continuing to pace. "What if I can't adapt in time?"

Grian stretched his wings and sighed, seemingly indifferent to my anxiety. "Well, we'll figure it out. It's not like we've had a textbook for any of this before. We adapt and overcome."

I stopped pacing for a moment, turning to face him. "You're right. I guess I'm just worried about not being prepared. This is all so new and daunting."

Grian's expression softened, though he remained relaxed. "Trust me, I get it. But stressing won't help. We'll work things out, just like we always do. And you're not alone in this."

My shoulders relaxed a bit as I took in his words. The reassurance, however casual, was a small comfort amidst the mounting stress. "Thanks, Grian. I needed to hear that."

Grian gave a small nod, then resumed his position on the couch, his wings making a soft rustling sound. "Anytime. Now, maybe take a break and clear your head. We've got time before this space battle kicks off."

I managed a weak smile, taking a deep breath and finally sitting down to try and calm my racing thoughts. Grian's casual demeanor was oddly comforting, despite the gravity of the situation.

"You know," Grian said, playing with his feathers thoughtfully, "if you want to get better at handling your fine motor skills in archery for space, you might want to start training underwater. It's a lot like that-your movements are slowed. That's why I stick with a gun instead of archery; it's faster and easier to handle in those conditions."

I looked at him, surprised by the practical advice. "Underwater training? That actually makes a lot of sense. I hadn't thought of that."

"Yeah, it's not a perfect comparison, but it should help you get used to moving and reacting in a more resistance-heavy environment," Grian explained, still focused on his feathers. "Plus, it might give you a bit more confidence before we actually hit space."

"Thanks for the tip," I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. "I guess I've got a lot more to prepare for than I initially thought."

Grian shrugged, his wings settling comfortably around him. "Just take it one step at a time. You've faced tougher challenges before. This is just another one to add to the list."

I nodded, appreciating his encouragement. "Alright, I'll look into some underwater training then. It's good to know I have options."

"Glad to hear it," Grian said with a slight grin. "And remember, we're in this together. We'll figure it out."