[ It's waiting, standing, and even Damian has to tense, uncertain what it's waiting for. Damian's gotten word out, but he's still injured, still under-prepared for a fight against a Court assassin; there shouldn't be anything that would give it pause.
The yell is the first time he's heard one of them express anything like emotion. He's never looked under the masks, has never wanted to look, assuming the immortal fighters were little more than animated husks, jiangshi commanded by their masters, but suddenly he wants to see.
Damian meets the Talon's attack, short swords flashing up to block the daggers with ease. Swords are his specialty, especially dual-wielding. Blades in hand, even without armor or shoes and even bleeding heavily from the stab wound to his side, he is a force to be reckoned with and a fury in battle.
And this fury is throwing everything he has at knocking that stupid mask right off the assassin's face, switching from defense to unrelenting offense. ]
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The yell is the first time he's heard one of them express anything like emotion. He's never looked under the masks, has never wanted to look, assuming the immortal fighters were little more than animated husks, jiangshi commanded by their masters, but suddenly he wants to see.
Damian meets the Talon's attack, short swords flashing up to block the daggers with ease. Swords are his specialty, especially dual-wielding. Blades in hand, even without armor or shoes and even bleeding heavily from the stab wound to his side, he is a force to be reckoned with and a fury in battle.
And this fury is throwing everything he has at knocking that stupid mask right off the assassin's face, switching from defense to unrelenting offense. ]