[ dextera does flinch when eustace shamelessly knocks the captured rebel in their temple. it’s hard to say whether they’re truly a rebel at all, in dextera’s esteem. he knows what the regent has said, about trimming the vine and weeding out those who would seek freedom under their rule, but the population at large seems so weak. it’s cruel to send aions after them. it’s cruel to use people as bargaining chips in a war someone thinks they’ve already won.
maybe that’s why eustace’s action makes it a little easier. the casual certainty of it seems to resonate inside of dextera’s skull with something familiar; it’s something like having his face smashed into a mirror. he may not know what he’s seeing, but it’s easy to tell why it hurts. ]
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[ dextera lets out only one short breath once he’s recovered from the surprise—then pain—of watching eustace’s inscrutable loyalty in action. then, he swings.
he handles his sword like a bat, and the first move makes it easy to see why: though the blade is capable of cutting through, the angle doesn’t matter. with his purification suffusing it, it will burn whatever it touches. he doesn’t normally fight other people with it, but—he has no choice now, and the backswing actually is aimed toward eustace now, a strike toward eustace’s legs with dextera’s weight thrown behind it. ]
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maybe that’s why eustace’s action makes it a little easier. the casual certainty of it seems to resonate inside of dextera’s skull with something familiar; it’s something like having his face smashed into a mirror. he may not know what he’s seeing, but it’s easy to tell why it hurts. ]
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[ dextera lets out only one short breath once he’s recovered from the surprise—then pain—of watching eustace’s inscrutable loyalty in action. then, he swings.
he handles his sword like a bat, and the first move makes it easy to see why: though the blade is capable of cutting through, the angle doesn’t matter. with his purification suffusing it, it will burn whatever it touches. he doesn’t normally fight other people with it, but—he has no choice now, and the backswing actually is aimed toward eustace now, a strike toward eustace’s legs with dextera’s weight thrown behind it. ]