[ It's easier to turn his brain off once he's in the midst of a fight, to box up the pesky little emotions that haunt him day and night. After so many years of fighting and violence it's almost natural to let instinct and muscle memory take over as his brain flips to autopilot.
Dextera swings and Eustace throws himself to the side, tumbling and rolling awkwardly - he has got to do something about this gun - until he can push himself back up into a crouch. Despite the gravity of the situation, and the Regent's order to capture and bring back Pleroma, he doesn't actually pull out his gun, a move that would surely make this whole fight a lot easier. Instead, he keeps his knife in his hand and pulls out another one, opting instead to continue with melee combat.
Even if he's shoved all his emotions into a box for the time being, the box isn't infalliable; small cracks have grown in it over the course of the past few months, letting his upset bleed out little by little to indelibly stain his actions at the root.
This time it's his turn to drive forward, the two blades held out in front of him in a diagonal cross. ]
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Dextera swings and Eustace throws himself to the side, tumbling and rolling awkwardly - he has got to do something about this gun - until he can push himself back up into a crouch. Despite the gravity of the situation, and the Regent's order to capture and bring back Pleroma, he doesn't actually pull out his gun, a move that would surely make this whole fight a lot easier. Instead, he keeps his knife in his hand and pulls out another one, opting instead to continue with melee combat.
Even if he's shoved all his emotions into a box for the time being, the box isn't infalliable; small cracks have grown in it over the course of the past few months, letting his upset bleed out little by little to indelibly stain his actions at the root.
This time it's his turn to drive forward, the two blades held out in front of him in a diagonal cross. ]