[ Dainsleif's prowess as a fighter and his skills when handling targets on prior commissions together was noteworthy. More than that, actually. So as the Thundara spell partially lands its mark and fries the man to his nerves, Cloud visibly stumbles, clawed hand clutching at his skull as if he was struggling against his curse. As if the mismatched gold and azure of his eyes fought for supremacy. It wasn't about who could defeat who in a fight. Whether or not Dain emerged victorious didn't matter to him...
He just didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to hurt him. Yet he finds his willpower slipping by the second. It's a losing battle as he draws his Buster Sword with his free hand, choking to breath. ]
Dain... I...can't...
[ He can't stop. He wants to see him at his feet. He wants to see the knight pinned beneath him and his blade. The beast on the surface considers him a threat. To what? Well...who could truly rationalize the actions of a monster? A monster who stalks Dain, nails digging into his scalp as his gold eye is partially covered. His grip on the Buster Sword tenses. ]
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He just didn't want to hurt him. He didn't want to hurt him. Yet he finds his willpower slipping by the second. It's a losing battle as he draws his Buster Sword with his free hand, choking to breath. ]
Dain... I...can't...
[ He can't stop. He wants to see him at his feet. He wants to see the knight pinned beneath him and his blade. The beast on the surface considers him a threat. To what? Well...who could truly rationalize the actions of a monster? A monster who stalks Dain, nails digging into his scalp as his gold eye is partially covered. His grip on the Buster Sword tenses. ]