[ since he was lucky enough to come with his own weapon (that he wouldn't trade for the world, thanks, she's beautiful) he's mostly just interested in getting out of the fray. let whoever wants to smash heads in do that; he's more interested in the door at this point. but he'd been unlucky in that he'd ended up near the center. the center, where lots of shit is being swung around.
like a sword being swung by what looks to be a nervous tween. well, can't blame him for being nervous, but still -- ]
You're gonna cut your own arm off at that rate! [ he calls out, barely managing to miss getting slashed in the face, holy shit ] Aim, aim! [ like he should be telling someone how to fight in the middle of this. ]
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like a sword being swung by what looks to be a nervous tween. well, can't blame him for being nervous, but still -- ]
You're gonna cut your own arm off at that rate! [ he calls out, barely managing to miss getting slashed in the face, holy shit ] Aim, aim! [ like he should be telling someone how to fight in the middle of this. ]