Who the fuck said anything about exceptions for me?
[ There's more bite to his voice this time, as though Syrlya's managed to hit on an exposed nerve. The very idea that he wouldn't go down with the ship is unfathomable to him, was never a part of this for him. He knows that if they're to create a better world, men like him can't exist in it. He can't exist in it.
Amos takes another few paces for breaking into a charge, running straight at Syrlya, hoping to catch him off guard with the sudden burst of speed. He carries himself low, fist drawn back, ready to put as much power into it as he possibly can, ideally aiming for an uppercut to the jaw — unless that sword comes for him, in which case he'll raise his armoured arm up to take the brunt of it.
Shit, either way, he's going to be feeling this tomorrow. At least that's a tomorrow problem. ]
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[ There's more bite to his voice this time, as though Syrlya's managed to hit on an exposed nerve. The very idea that he wouldn't go down with the ship is unfathomable to him, was never a part of this for him. He knows that if they're to create a better world, men like him can't exist in it. He can't exist in it.
Amos takes another few paces for breaking into a charge, running straight at Syrlya, hoping to catch him off guard with the sudden burst of speed. He carries himself low, fist drawn back, ready to put as much power into it as he possibly can, ideally aiming for an uppercut to the jaw — unless that sword comes for him, in which case he'll raise his armoured arm up to take the brunt of it.
Shit, either way, he's going to be feeling this tomorrow. At least that's a tomorrow problem. ]