WHO: Adrasteia, Erik, others WHAT: a catch-all with starters in the comments; will match format WHEN: early Bloomingtide WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: Erik comes with a built-in language warning
I was one of the last. The others fell in their efforts, or by my own hand.
[The harsh clatter of a blow struck helps distract from pain he might otherwise feel in discussing this; it glances hard along the edge of his pauldron, all searing heat— yet tempered metal does its work as keenly as it had against the Stormrider.
That he could've blocked that attack might be telling enough.]
Perhaps there are more, now that I’ve taken my leave. A new era of service.
[When he retreats this time, it's into a more defensive stance: one last hard thrust outwards with his longsword before sinking back onto his heels, posture tight between two blades.]
[ It is telling, actually; Erik gets it though. You can't just talk about the people you've taken down and feel nothing. Or, well, he expects that some can and that is what makes them different, that level of sociopathy. ]
Maybe. Hard to say, huh? 'Less someone comes here who's from your future, which, is weird, lemme tell ya.
[ Erik parries the longsword before dodging backward and off to the side, rotating his sword before coming back in again with a swing that strikes downward from his shoulder. ]
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[The harsh clatter of a blow struck helps distract from pain he might otherwise feel in discussing this; it glances hard along the edge of his pauldron, all searing heat— yet tempered metal does its work as keenly as it had against the Stormrider.
That he could've blocked that attack might be telling enough.]
Perhaps there are more, now that I’ve taken my leave. A new era of service.
[When he retreats this time, it's into a more defensive stance: one last hard thrust outwards with his longsword before sinking back onto his heels, posture tight between two blades.]
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Maybe. Hard to say, huh? 'Less someone comes here who's from your future, which, is weird, lemme tell ya.
[ Erik parries the longsword before dodging backward and off to the side, rotating his sword before coming back in again with a swing that strikes downward from his shoulder. ]