As soon as hell breaks loose, Lloyd is met by a blade coming directly at him from his nine. In the span of a breath being taken, Lloyd has his swords up in a block, the blade's weapon coming down hard above him as they settle themselves on the ground from their leap. Lloyd grits his teeth and pushes back, locking his swords into a cross and forcing the blade back a step.
The blade smirks at him, lips pulled back maliciously as they disengage from the block. Their weapon - a sort of rapier - dances through the air as though it was formed from it. They're not to be fucked around with, it tells Lloyd, and given that there are more enemy blades than there are allies, he needs to end this battle quick if he wants to be any help.
"Why are you doing this?!" Lloyd yells over the sounds of battle, meeting the blade in another block. "Did they ask you if you want this?! Or did they win you in their trade?!"
Disengaging from the block again, the blade laughs cruelly. "I do as I'm told and I'm left alone," they swipe at Lloyd, who jumps to the side to avoid the attack, spinning back around and meeting their rapier with a loud clang of metal. "I don't question that which makes me live."
"That's a sad fucking life, gotta tell you," Lloyd answers, growling as he lifts his left hand's sword, overhandedly holding the grip, "it's a shame you have to be a part of this just to exist!"
He brings the sword down, aiming for the blade's head. With an overhead block, the blade stops the weapon in place, glancing at Lloyd with something akin to angered confusion. "Why do you care?!"
"Because this is not your fault!" Lloyd replies, mentally apologizing as he raises his right hand and plunges the other half of Gagnrad directly below their core crystal, cutting deep into the center of the blade. Ether spurts out from the wound as Lloyd twists his sword in place, pulling it out ruthlessly. The blade's rapier drops to the ground, particles falling away into its core crystal as the blade does the same.
Breathing hard, Lloyd spins around and prepares to take on another innocent enemy.
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The blade smirks at him, lips pulled back maliciously as they disengage from the block. Their weapon - a sort of rapier - dances through the air as though it was formed from it. They're not to be fucked around with, it tells Lloyd, and given that there are more enemy blades than there are allies, he needs to end this battle quick if he wants to be any help.
"Why are you doing this?!" Lloyd yells over the sounds of battle, meeting the blade in another block. "Did they ask you if you want this?! Or did they win you in their trade?!"
Disengaging from the block again, the blade laughs cruelly. "I do as I'm told and I'm left alone," they swipe at Lloyd, who jumps to the side to avoid the attack, spinning back around and meeting their rapier with a loud clang of metal. "I don't question that which makes me live."
"That's a sad fucking life, gotta tell you," Lloyd answers, growling as he lifts his left hand's sword, overhandedly holding the grip, "it's a shame you have to be a part of this just to exist!"
He brings the sword down, aiming for the blade's head. With an overhead block, the blade stops the weapon in place, glancing at Lloyd with something akin to angered confusion. "Why do you care?!"
"Because this is not your fault!" Lloyd replies, mentally apologizing as he raises his right hand and plunges the other half of Gagnrad directly below their core crystal, cutting deep into the center of the blade. Ether spurts out from the wound as Lloyd twists his sword in place, pulling it out ruthlessly. The blade's rapier drops to the ground, particles falling away into its core crystal as the blade does the same.
Breathing hard, Lloyd spins around and prepares to take on another innocent enemy.