[Ah. Syrlya's eyes widen as Amos charges, and it might seem like alarm. He braces himself, letting Amos get closer. The benefit of his angry rush is that it's easily telegraphed. As so Syrlya thrusts up his sword in collision with Amos' arm before it can collide with his face.
He grunts as the movement pulls at his wounds from the days before. Even in the best of states he'd he in real trouble if his head gets smashed in by someone bigger than him.
He grits his teeth, and teleports back another twenty feet to put distance between them once more.]
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He grunts as the movement pulls at his wounds from the days before. Even in the best of states he'd he in real trouble if his head gets smashed in by someone bigger than him.
He grits his teeth, and teleports back another twenty feet to put distance between them once more.]