[ Its dying screech pierces through the howling storm. He can hear its slowing pulse and laboured breathing. It all cuts off abruptly when he severs its head. For a second, he watches and waits to be sure it's dead. Instinct. Not every detached head signals a death knell.
This one does.
He shakes the blood from his sword. Then he offers Steve a hand up. ] You undersold how far.
[ Another time, he'll have to ask Steve about that shield. He's never quite seen anyone go into battle with only a shield and no weapon, but he's equally never quite seen anyone use a shield in the same way Steve does. For now, he shoulders his sword again, prepared to carry on. No point in lingering. The storm will only grow worse as the day goes on and he wishes to return home before dark.
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This one does.
He shakes the blood from his sword. Then he offers Steve a hand up. ] You undersold how far.
[ Another time, he'll have to ask Steve about that shield. He's never quite seen anyone go into battle with only a shield and no weapon, but he's equally never quite seen anyone use a shield in the same way Steve does. For now, he shoulders his sword again, prepared to carry on. No point in lingering. The storm will only grow worse as the day goes on and he wishes to return home before dark.
Or before they're caught. ]