[ At least they both know that Dokja won't simply do as asked no matter how nicely he phrases it. Which is fine; Eustace was never planning on asking nicely at all. If asking nicely worked, none of them would be in this mess and he wouldn't be thumbing blood off a cut on his lip.
He doesn't really want to fight yet another person he knows; even if he dislikes Dokja, he has no interest in killing the man (or even punching him to a pulp a la Gen). But he also can't remember the last time he was able to do anything he wanted since arriving in this cursed land, and so it's with a small sigh that he tightens his grip around his dagger and takes another step forward, noting the other man's posture and the way he favors one leg.
It would be more pragmatic to wait and see what Dokja does, to get a feel of what the other man is capable of. But he's tired of fighting and ready to get this whole thing over with as quickly as possible, so he pushes forward into a lunge instead, dagger held low by his hip but ready to strike at any moment. ]
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He doesn't really want to fight yet another person he knows; even if he dislikes Dokja, he has no interest in killing the man (or even punching him to a pulp a la Gen). But he also can't remember the last time he was able to do anything he wanted since arriving in this cursed land, and so it's with a small sigh that he tightens his grip around his dagger and takes another step forward, noting the other man's posture and the way he favors one leg.
It would be more pragmatic to wait and see what Dokja does, to get a feel of what the other man is capable of. But he's tired of fighting and ready to get this whole thing over with as quickly as possible, so he pushes forward into a lunge instead, dagger held low by his hip but ready to strike at any moment. ]