stride is just a fast walk not that fast\\\\
march entails slow prideful walking but that entails being a slow walk you need to get it done fast
I know they're different, but what I'm saying is...scamper?
xP
By the powers vested in me by the Merriam-Webster Unabridged Dictionary, I hereby declare this story...
Grammar Nazi-fied!
It was a chilly night a few miles outside of Dillime,a shaper city. Alexis was waiting in a rebel safe house for the rebel caravan. It had been a few hours past their intended arrival time, and they still weren't there.
Meanwhile, in Dillime, Thordan was practicing making a charged fyora (a small lizard about 3 feet tall can spit globs of fire at enemies). The hard part about making a fyora charged is preventing them from exploding. Thorodan tried and failed yet again. With bits of fyora coating the walls he angrily stormed off in search of his servant George.
"George, get over here!" he yelled, echoing through his Shaper's mansion. George ran up to him in a crisp robe.
"What will it be sir?" he asked cheerfully ,though on the inside he hated his job.
"I need you to clean this mess up now, because I need to go to the keep." Thordan commanded
"Right away sir!" George ran off for a towel. Thordan went outside and walked up to the guarded door of the keep. In unison, the guards gracefully stepped away and let him in.
Meanwhile, Hyper M. Nest, a young Shaper Agent, is inside the keep. She is receiving orders from her next mission from General Alwan, head of the Shaper Army.
"Ah, yes, Hyper. My most trusted agent has arrived," General Alwan greeted her with his booming baritone voice. "I need you to do a very sensitive mission for me."
"Could you enlighten me regarding what this mission might be?" Hyper prompted with her trademark sarcasm. General Alwan leaned in close and whispered, though in these echoing halls volume was irrelevant.
"I need you to seek out a rebel safe house," General Alwan explained. "This is like their hidden supply base. They come and go, resupplying their journeys during their stays. I need you to get in there, take all present enemies hostage, and interrogate them for their information."
"Of course," Hyper nodded coolly. Then she strode away into the night.
Thar. Your story has been fixed.