[ we'll figure it out as we go along because on one hand, oh no fight scenes. on the other hand, oh yes fight scenes!
adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]
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adrastea watches him, and that feeling of steel under the cover of murky water becomes more stark, ready for his movement. they don't warp, this time. they move like liquid under their own power as they whip out their hand to snare his sword with a length of wire expelled from their sleeve. ]
I wonder if you're an unbroken blade or not. [ contemplative. their strength stat is their worse score, though, so they're not about to stay close to him for long.
the simulation room changes so that there's fewer obstacles in the way, the lounge setting becoming empty of tables and chairs, as they dance back from him. ]
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Unbridled excitement rises in his chest, unfurls out of Blade without any disturbances in the emotional flow. Maybe he might be able to force their hand even like this. ]
Broken? Nothing like that. Unless you can envision shattering me like one.
But, even for you that would be a tall order.
[ Blade comes closer without hesitation, keeping tight grip on his blade, pulling on it to ensure it is forced from the snare if the other had tried to kept it within it, and then stabbing forward, towards Adrastea's front instead of a wide swing like he prefers. ]