and the only solution was to stand and fight
Starbolts and rampaging aside, he arched his brow again at the inclinations. Remi’s absorption of blows, rather than dealing out damage, was an alteration in the way he’d existed for years. A shield and bulwark, defensive and extending preservation; a systematic change. Or maybe not at all – there’d been many layers to the Lullaby, and now the Bastion’s methods – subject to alterations in the scheme of how things might’ve been dealt with. “And how do you feel about that?” He quirked a slight smile, before his attention diverted once more.
The sound of water twisted and turned nearby, and the Sword focused his gaze towards the distinct clatter of streams and rivulets. “Would you like to try on any of the river stars or encantados?” Uncertain of how deeply they should be focusing on the ramparts, or if it meant anything at all – different scales, different measures, for the things they fought against.
The sound of water twisted and turned nearby, and the Sword focused his gaze towards the distinct clatter of streams and rivulets. “Would you like to try on any of the river stars or encantados?” Uncertain of how deeply they should be focusing on the ramparts, or if it meant anything at all – different scales, different measures, for the things they fought against.
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