[ Dextera isn't trained to fight, at least not on the standard battlefield most soldiers are expected to occupy. It'd been obvious back in the caves and it's obvious now, his swings full of force but little else. But that doesn't make him any less dangerous now and Eustace would be a fool to let his guard down. (Even if he doesn't actually want to do this. Even if he's fighting solely to distract and disable, not to kill. Even if the only resolve running through his veins right now is the dutiful obligation to follow orders rather than any personal heartfelt desire.)
Blades clash against each other, the sound ringing out on the now empty streets. The block of his attack does little to stop him from pressing forward, and he wastes no time in pulling back and spinning to the left to try and strike Dextera in the side to knock him off balance.
Except...
Even with his shard now replacing his right eye, nullifying the effects of that injury from so long ago, old habits are hard to break, and he automatically flinches away at the sight of all that light gathering around Dextera's hands, eyes closing and upper body jerking back, his forward momentum halted for a split second.
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Blades clash against each other, the sound ringing out on the now empty streets. The block of his attack does little to stop him from pressing forward, and he wastes no time in pulling back and spinning to the left to try and strike Dextera in the side to knock him off balance.
Except...
Even with his shard now replacing his right eye, nullifying the effects of that injury from so long ago, old habits are hard to break, and he automatically flinches away at the sight of all that light gathering around Dextera's hands, eyes closing and upper body jerking back, his forward momentum halted for a split second.
It's an opening, one that Dextera should take. ]