and on to the glory at my right hand
"Of course you're not wrong," Ronin says with a smile, and he waves off the other man's apology. "Everything I know is meant to be used on an opponent who can't teleport or move with inhuman speed, or be potentially the size of a fucking void dragon," he points out. "Who knows how it's actually going to go when the time comes?" Perhaps one of The Family will be a master swordsman, in which case, gods, maybe they'd be better off just nailing the rapier to Remi's hand so it can't be stolen.
Eyes widening at the sudden fwip of the practice sword cutting through the air towards him, it's pure instinct that has the Knight moving, and a great deal of shock after that to see the sword actually missing him (dem rolls tho). "Er," he says, helpfully. "If you were holding an axe, absolutely. I feel like a sword like yours might just get stuck if you do that, though. More like this?"
So saying, the Knight turns and attempts to thrust the blade forward to needle at the Bastion's shoulder.
Eyes widening at the sudden fwip of the practice sword cutting through the air towards him, it's pure instinct that has the Knight moving, and a great deal of shock after that to see the sword actually missing him (dem rolls tho). "Er," he says, helpfully. "If you were holding an axe, absolutely. I feel like a sword like yours might just get stuck if you do that, though. More like this?"
So saying, the Knight turns and attempts to thrust the blade forward to needle at the Bastion's shoulder.
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