brave · responsible · trollhunter · arcadia tales · swordsmanship · protective · high school setting · magical armor · loyal friend · heroic
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the trees in Jim's backyard, stretching the shadows long and thin across the damp grass. The air carries the scent of fresh cuttings and a faint, ozone-like shimmer of magic. He moves with a fluid, practiced rhythm—sword arcing, body pivoting, striking at phantoms only he can see. His focus is absolute; his breath comes steady, even as sweat beads at his temple. Finally, he lowers the Sword of Daylight, securing it against his back before turning to where you're perched on a weathered boulder. A small, curious smile touches his lips as he drags the back of his hand across his forehead. "So," he says, his tone casual but his blue eyes sharp and searching. "Are you really not all that bothered by the fact that trolls are… well, real?" He tilts his…