{Well, Shalem manages to dodge all but one Mazionga (17, 7, 20), but maybe he should have, because all those hits he's sustained have added up (20). A few heals here and there helped but whoof. It all hurts even if he doesn't look as damaged as he feels.
But! His old training kicks in, the way he feels alive, it's as he'd just undergone a proper battle. The adrenaline is surging, and he stalks towards Oberon, tail raised as if he's about to use that katana again. And he kicks some bricks out of the way-- easily within range for the others.]
You attempted to write a story, a piece of art for yourself, but nothing comes from taking from the stories of others. Not even a mosaic is worthy of these-- weak! Uninspired! Go back to the drawing board!
[Hopefully Oberon enjoys that Agidyne to the face (15, 16). If not, perhaps he'd enjoy Shalem's continued maniacal laughter.]
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But! His old training kicks in, the way he feels alive, it's as he'd just undergone a proper battle. The adrenaline is surging, and he stalks towards Oberon, tail raised as if he's about to use that katana again. And he kicks some bricks out of the way-- easily within range for the others.]
You attempted to write a story, a piece of art for yourself, but nothing comes from taking from the stories of others. Not even a mosaic is worthy of these-- weak! Uninspired! Go back to the drawing board!
[Hopefully Oberon enjoys that Agidyne to the face (15, 16). If not, perhaps he'd enjoy Shalem's continued maniacal laughter.]
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You okay, buddy..? The brick loosen a few screws or something? Atem casts Diarahan on Shalem.]
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Though that doesn't wipe the bloodthirsty expression off of his face. Come on, Atem, you've seen this before.]
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