[ If he had time to spare, he might be a little outraged at that. He doesn't, though, so Sylvain will have to sense that glare through the figure in front of him when one robed attacker slips between to cut them off from each other and tighten the circle further. That can't be good. He should probably feel some fear but what he can muster up isn't even on his own behalf. It still feels imperative that Sylvain get away safely beyond anything else, something that he might have to pull apart later to examine it fully.
If there is a later flickers through his mind as it feels like his vision dims slightly as the figures draw closer to where they're nearly pressing near enough to block out the sky above. Claude pushes that thought aside to take another slash with the knife as he again connects with nothing, though now it's hard to tell if it's because there's more illusions at play.
The world darkens a bit more and it gets harder to continue taking all those steps of combat he's been trained in since he was young. One figure looms over him and he finally gets a look at that mask he'd chastised the other man for fiddling with, but now he understands why as that unnerving face look back at him.
He opens his mouth, maybe gets out the first syllable of Sylvain's name if he doesn't imagine it, but then everything goes black and the knife falls from his hand to the sands below. ]
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If there is a later flickers through his mind as it feels like his vision dims slightly as the figures draw closer to where they're nearly pressing near enough to block out the sky above. Claude pushes that thought aside to take another slash with the knife as he again connects with nothing, though now it's hard to tell if it's because there's more illusions at play.
The world darkens a bit more and it gets harder to continue taking all those steps of combat he's been trained in since he was young. One figure looms over him and he finally gets a look at that mask he'd chastised the other man for fiddling with, but now he understands why as that unnerving face look back at him.
He opens his mouth, maybe gets out the first syllable of Sylvain's name if he doesn't imagine it, but then everything goes black and the knife falls from his hand to the sands below. ]