"Peachy," he all but growls from keeping up swordplay with a Templar he's embattled with. Even without armor, with a borrowed sword, Malcolm's been at fighting for a long time. Most of his life, in one way or another. He still has a preference for bows, but he made a point early on to be as deft with several other weapons as he can make himself. Beating him down and keeping him down are no easy tasks.
Cade is cornered, harried, and he doesn't have the attention to attend to more than that. He lures his Templar further away from Cade, just in case, slashing and parrying until his blade locks with the opponent's. His teeth grit, and those more magically attuned can feel an increase in pressure in the room before it releases in a rush. The Templar falters, then stumbles, something strangled coming out of him like a scream. The sword drops, and he is scrambling at his armor, at his flesh. It's no short-lived event as the lyrium within (and without) of the Red Templar burns, a power Seekers are told is divine, holy will passed on those most wicked, though privately he doesn't know if it's true.
The Templar drops, silent, at last, to show better Malcolm's tensed and hyperfocused form. Despite the vulnerability, he closes his eyes, takes in a deep, centering breath, and releases it.
And moves to rejoin the fight, aiming to aid Corvo with the Freemen. He will push past exhaustion until all enemies in the room are dead, tied up, or have fled. "This palace is under Inquisition protection!"
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Cade is cornered, harried, and he doesn't have the attention to attend to more than that. He lures his Templar further away from Cade, just in case, slashing and parrying until his blade locks with the opponent's. His teeth grit, and those more magically attuned can feel an increase in pressure in the room before it releases in a rush. The Templar falters, then stumbles, something strangled coming out of him like a scream. The sword drops, and he is scrambling at his armor, at his flesh. It's no short-lived event as the lyrium within (and without) of the Red Templar burns, a power Seekers are told is divine, holy will passed on those most wicked, though privately he doesn't know if it's true.
The Templar drops, silent, at last, to show better Malcolm's tensed and hyperfocused form. Despite the vulnerability, he closes his eyes, takes in a deep, centering breath, and releases it.
And moves to rejoin the fight, aiming to aid Corvo with the Freemen. He will push past exhaustion until all enemies in the room are dead, tied up, or have fled. "This palace is under Inquisition protection!"