( the cavern is already chaos, the malaise of those that had suffered with the Kenoma crawling through their veins filling the air like an invisible gas so that when the spark of hope that the Pleroma instilled in them ignited, it all burst to flame. when makoto is approached by the Aion in camp and told to prevent the pending escape, his first reaction is... frank dubiousness. just because he's accepted to aid the Regent doesn't change anything about who he is — how can he be expected to just do something like that when he's never been the type to do well in any sort of combat before? it's simply not his place. it's not who he is.
but he is very distinctly given the impression that such an excuse would not be enough to prevent suspicion from falling upon him if he did nothing at all. so he thinks about it for a few minutes, and then he formulates a plan.
he'll just have to make a show of it. he's not fond of pain, but he can withstand it when it's necessary for him to do so. and if he's going ahead with doing all of that, he might as well try to make good on a promise and kill two birds with one stone.
wherever dextera is in the tumult, a sudden gust of wind and a flurry of beats from huge draconic wings isolate him from the rest of the fray; the way that makoto lands on the stone floor of the throne room is almost dainty, though that's in sharp contrast from the fearsome wings that flare out on either side of him. he's not incredibly well-versed in their use yet, but he can at least use them to help detect if someone is approaching from his sides or from behind — as of now it seems that no one is trying to get a cheap hit in as he arrives, so he focuses the keen attention of his pale eyes on dextera instead. )
A shame that you're trying to leave so soon. ( he takes a step forward, hands splaying upwards in a gesture of faux-regret. one is empty, but the other one carries a weapon: a small but lethally sharp dagger. ) And all before I could settle my debt.
( a blade is not completely out of place in makoto's hands. he knows how to use one — knows where best to sever the muscles and ligaments, break the joints between bones, and lay bare the human body's innermost secrets. but that knowledge did not and does not intersect with a combat scenario; he has no idea what to do when opposed by someone who was ready to fight to defend themselves. that would probably be obvious enough to dextera, with his experience, in seeing how makoto handles the dagger without any.
but, again, that's purposeful. he handles the blade loosely as a flag, and one that he hopes that the other young man might understand, both from his words and from his demeanor. he's here bearing a gift — all dextera has to do is take it from him, and make it all look convincing to the eyes of those watching. )
for dextera:
but he is very distinctly given the impression that such an excuse would not be enough to prevent suspicion from falling upon him if he did nothing at all. so he thinks about it for a few minutes, and then he formulates a plan.
he'll just have to make a show of it. he's not fond of pain, but he can withstand it when it's necessary for him to do so. and if he's going ahead with doing all of that, he might as well try to make good on a promise and kill two birds with one stone.
wherever dextera is in the tumult, a sudden gust of wind and a flurry of beats from huge draconic wings isolate him from the rest of the fray; the way that makoto lands on the stone floor of the throne room is almost dainty, though that's in sharp contrast from the fearsome wings that flare out on either side of him. he's not incredibly well-versed in their use yet, but he can at least use them to help detect if someone is approaching from his sides or from behind — as of now it seems that no one is trying to get a cheap hit in as he arrives, so he focuses the keen attention of his pale eyes on dextera instead. )
A shame that you're trying to leave so soon. ( he takes a step forward, hands splaying upwards in a gesture of faux-regret. one is empty, but the other one carries a weapon: a small but lethally sharp dagger. ) And all before I could settle my debt.
( a blade is not completely out of place in makoto's hands. he knows how to use one — knows where best to sever the muscles and ligaments, break the joints between bones, and lay bare the human body's innermost secrets. but that knowledge did not and does not intersect with a combat scenario; he has no idea what to do when opposed by someone who was ready to fight to defend themselves. that would probably be obvious enough to dextera, with his experience, in seeing how makoto handles the dagger without any.
but, again, that's purposeful. he handles the blade loosely as a flag, and one that he hopes that the other young man might understand, both from his words and from his demeanor. he's here bearing a gift — all dextera has to do is take it from him, and make it all look convincing to the eyes of those watching. )