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You can't tell if you tried to swing at him, or if you merely sought him and he charged at you with that broken sword. All you know is that you have crossed swords, and there is not a single thought in your head that approves of this fight. The sword remains cold, though the voice in the sword is screaming at you to stop.

But if not him, who else? At least it is with someone who hates you. Someone who wants you dead. You can tell from the look in their eyes. Rage. Teeming, seething, roiling, boiling, wroth with wrath.

Sisu.

This poor boy wants your head, and if you can't get what you want, why not let him have what he wants?

With a storm of emotions controlling your gasp, you overpower the boy's blade and kick him back. You can't bring yourself to charge at him while he's vulnerable. You know you have a loaded firearm, but can't bring yourself to draw. He scrambles backward and to his feet like a dog, teeth gritted so tight they might shatter.

"You people... You killed my friends. You killed the Weeping Tree. I saw it. With my own eyes, I saw it!"

From the shadows, a herd of animals stalked into view.

In a tree-barren stretch of swamp in the Finnish Lapplands where only one soul lurked for a hundred miles, this young boy cried on the remains of his family for someone to protect him. There, as he wailed in the place where no one else could see or hear or imagine anything else, a tree fell in the woodless moorlands. Wayward spirits flocked to him. Spirits who once were to guide children like him, untimely separated by cruel twists of fate. The pack came to guide him here, where he promised to protect others like him. A little boy with no skill or strength; just a broken sword and the fiery eyes of youth painting their perception upon reality.

SISU
And the Luonto of Lost Children

"Well!? Say something! Uplander!"

There's no need for words.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4mtDByCItM

In reality, he is weak. But in his mind, he stands a chance. And that's all he thinks he needs.
Something dawns on you. Maybe, he could kill you.
Maybe he should.
He points his sword at you with one hand, and the world seems to shift.

You cannot comprehend the true nature of... whatever this is. In fact, there's something wrong with him. He's not Aberrant, but still...
Roll for Attunement. Two anons, roll 4d8, target 4.