[ dextera has no weapons on him, but that isn’t so strange. every time he dies and is revived, he struggles through his first steps without weapons. he knows his own body in a fight better than most people, even if that doesn’t always translate to being skilled. what it does offer him is an understanding of how much he can take before he dies, and the places on his body he can afford to sacrifice.
his response to eustace’s strike is not graceful, but what he lacks in speed—unfortunately allowing the dagger to drag across his shin, enough that it stings in the air—he makes up for in no apparent sign of pain. instead, after placing just a little distance between them, he bends down to wipe his palm over the wound. it comes away with a line of blood on his skin, which he licks away. ]
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[ he doesn’t want to fight, but eustace has already started it. dextera knows better than anyone that turning his back will just send him to the grave. eyes on eustace, he braces his stance—daring the man to come closer. ]
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his response to eustace’s strike is not graceful, but what he lacks in speed—unfortunately allowing the dagger to drag across his shin, enough that it stings in the air—he makes up for in no apparent sign of pain. instead, after placing just a little distance between them, he bends down to wipe his palm over the wound. it comes away with a line of blood on his skin, which he licks away. ]
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[ he doesn’t want to fight, but eustace has already started it. dextera knows better than anyone that turning his back will just send him to the grave. eyes on eustace, he braces his stance—daring the man to come closer. ]