[ it’s instinctive. for the instant that matters, dextera doesn’t see eustace. he sees one of the grotesque creatures crawling the neuro tower, falling open for one reason or another.
dextera strikes. it’s clean, it’s searing. it would kill the meta-beings if dextera were able to get a similar hit on one of them, but both sentience and the strength of an aion protect eustace’s body from the same fate. instead, the sword sinks into eustace’s abdomen; the sharpness of the blade cuts through his clothes, and the heat of purification makes it smooth. dextera’s eyes are focused on the place the sword has pierced, wide and wild—and then his expression crumbles, as he comes back to himself and realizes he’s cut through someone he could have killed under different circumstances.
he’s not used to having a body to pull the blade from. he lets go—taking any augmented pain with him, leaving only the physical fact of the sword—entirely and withdraws with a hoarse gasp. ]
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dextera strikes. it’s clean, it’s searing. it would kill the meta-beings if dextera were able to get a similar hit on one of them, but both sentience and the strength of an aion protect eustace’s body from the same fate. instead, the sword sinks into eustace’s abdomen; the sharpness of the blade cuts through his clothes, and the heat of purification makes it smooth. dextera’s eyes are focused on the place the sword has pierced, wide and wild—and then his expression crumbles, as he comes back to himself and realizes he’s cut through someone he could have killed under different circumstances.
he’s not used to having a body to pull the blade from. he lets go—taking any augmented pain with him, leaving only the physical fact of the sword—entirely and withdraws with a hoarse gasp. ]