you can turn off the sun, but I'm still gonna shine
What we're going to say is that Koa has already geared up to throw the chakram when Deimos answers, because otherwise he would've been dropping that shit like a hot potato. Instead he yeets it in the direction of the General, hard and urgent as though it somehow still held the essence of the Wraith, waiting to infect him with evilness via osmosis. "Wessex?!" the Dragoon all but bleats, eyes going hilariously wide in shock and surprise. Wessex- the Wraith, a nightmare told to children of Stormbreak to keep them good and in line. To think he'd held something of hers...
He doesn't know what to think of that, really. So he resorts to his default: no thoughts, only vibes.
This time he doesn't recall the chakram as it's slashed away by a gust of air. Nor does he try to dodge the fireballs (where's he gonna go?). Instead Koa continues charging forward with only his fists and his furious determination to prove himself, trying to ignore the pain of superficial burns and the singe of blistered hair as he desperately, futilely attempts to land even one blow on the Sword, to prove he isn't entirely useless against a world far bigger, stronger, and scarier than he.
He doesn't know what to think of that, really. So he resorts to his default: no thoughts, only vibes.
This time he doesn't recall the chakram as it's slashed away by a gust of air. Nor does he try to dodge the fireballs (where's he gonna go?). Instead Koa continues charging forward with only his fists and his furious determination to prove himself, trying to ignore the pain of superficial burns and the singe of blistered hair as he desperately, futilely attempts to land even one blow on the Sword, to prove he isn't entirely useless against a world far bigger, stronger, and scarier than he.
Koa
