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Baby Sweety Brush
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>"Who is Trel?"
-"UGH. CAN YOU STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS?"
-"yellow is struggling with their memory, red. be respectful."
-"TCH."
-"trel is the name of our...previous bearer, yellow. we should discuss stuff of this nature later, when the situation is less...dire."
Yes. We should.
>"No use in questioning our career path in the middle of a warzone. Stay back and wait for an opening as he comes toward you. You have a reach advantage, so thrust as he pulls back to swing, and use the momentum to step inside his "too close to hit" range before he completes the attack."
Wisdom, from the wisdom stones. Took long enough.
I extend my weapon to force him into distance. He readies his weapon to his left, and begins slowly pacing in that direction. It appears he's looking for the same opening I am.
I test him with a swift jab into his center. He prevents it from hitting his chest, taking a superficial cut to his arm in its stead.
Stupid. He has no practical form of protection against my weapon. No chance of victory.
I jab once again, with more force. He is prepared this time and steps back a short distance. He seems to want me to commit to an aggressive option. I will not.
If he had fought me two-on-one, there may have been-
>"Oh no, look out behind you!"
I take a wide step to my left and readjust my head to cover the sightline behind me.
-"HAHHAHH!"
There are no threats. This distraction was pointless and dangerous for both of us. What do you gain from this? If I die, your own survival chances decrease. Why?
-"BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT! FOR BEING A MURDERER!"
I see. You let your emotions control your actions. You act before thinking.
-"he is correct in this, both of you. now is not the time."
Like him.
He takes a step forward, then backwards again, as if to scare me into making a move.
He would throw his life away, for some pointless sense of justice.
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