[ dextera is presented with a foot on his back that tips him forward, but he’s never as good at fighting as when he’s in real danger. he at least manages to stop himself before he falls flat onto his face, even if his hand skids across the ground to leave him with a nice bloody palm in the process. he still picks himself up as soon as he can, anticipating an arrow through the back or something equally grim—but it doesn’t come, giving him the time to turn and face childe. although, he’s aware doesn’t have any more defense from the front than he did from the back.
he exhales. the comment reminds him of a friend, which leads him to wonder: is it concern, or is it just a worry that the fight will end before it can get fun? ]
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[ dextera doesn’t really get the luxury of thinking about it, he realizes. this time, he’s a little more prepared. not less reckless necessarily, but the way his fists light up with some strange energy—a white light that’s hot to even look at—say that he’s not entirely defenseless.
the only thing holding him back is that he doesn’t really want to fight a human with this power. his fingers tense, but he doesn’t rush childe a second time. ]
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he exhales. the comment reminds him of a friend, which leads him to wonder: is it concern, or is it just a worry that the fight will end before it can get fun? ]
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[ dextera doesn’t really get the luxury of thinking about it, he realizes. this time, he’s a little more prepared. not less reckless necessarily, but the way his fists light up with some strange energy—a white light that’s hot to even look at—say that he’s not entirely defenseless.
the only thing holding him back is that he doesn’t really want to fight a human with this power. his fingers tense, but he doesn’t rush childe a second time. ]