[ dextera has had plenty of time to worry about the same thing, but it is what it is. the sword was made from a friend of his, and it feels a little wrong to judge it too much for the person makoto has become.
the blood he’s drawn from binghe seems to funnel into the sword, filling the case between the two blade halves. there’s clearly a trick to it, though not one he can or cares to explain when binghe is already launching a counterattack. with no insight into binghe’s fighting style, dextera is able to dodge the slash, but the strike of demonic energy lands squarely against him. ]
Ggh—
[ unaccustomed to attacks like this, dextera’s whole body tenses up in pain; it’s not like being hit with something tangible, but it rather shakes between his ribs and forces him to stumble back unguarded. ]
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the blood he’s drawn from binghe seems to funnel into the sword, filling the case between the two blade halves. there’s clearly a trick to it, though not one he can or cares to explain when binghe is already launching a counterattack. with no insight into binghe’s fighting style, dextera is able to dodge the slash, but the strike of demonic energy lands squarely against him. ]
Ggh—
[ unaccustomed to attacks like this, dextera’s whole body tenses up in pain; it’s not like being hit with something tangible, but it rather shakes between his ribs and forces him to stumble back unguarded. ]