[ He'd been waiting for Yuri to hop into the fight, so Sam watches with one eye as he cuts down another two of the NPCs, midway in the process of pushing the crowd back and effectively parting them to give him and Yuri a cleaner trajectory towards the door.
He harbors no conceit about someone else's technique, so he whistles lowly under his breath to indicate a degree of respect for Yuri's skills— if he can do that with one arm, Sam wonders what he'd be able to manage with both of his limbs intact.
It's a warrior's curiosity that has his lips curl up in something that's unmistakeably an expression of intrigue. He isn't worried about the enemies in this room at all, but Yuri?
At least this stupid game's given Sam one thing to be happy about. ]
It'd be bad manners, if I did.
[ Go big or go home, right. At least the NPCs are starting to realize that they're no match against both of these ridiculously OP people. ]
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He harbors no conceit about someone else's technique, so he whistles lowly under his breath to indicate a degree of respect for Yuri's skills— if he can do that with one arm, Sam wonders what he'd be able to manage with both of his limbs intact.
It's a warrior's curiosity that has his lips curl up in something that's unmistakeably an expression of intrigue. He isn't worried about the enemies in this room at all, but Yuri?
At least this stupid game's given Sam one thing to be happy about. ]
It'd be bad manners, if I did.
[ Go big or go home, right. At least the NPCs are starting to realize that they're no match against both of these ridiculously OP people. ]