[ In such a situation, with Cidolfus brought low before him, weak and haggard and struggling, his powers bucking the reins of his control, there should be some measure of pleasure felt. Some measure of satisfaction. And there would be if not for the fact that the same force that has played havoc with Cidolfus' control had also strained his own. He can no longer prime, and Zantetsuken is suddenly too far out of reach to answer his call. He can still call upon his aether, however. Teleport small distances with a great deal of effort. Raise a barrier. If he did not know better he would think that someone was playing games, at great expense to himself.
The blade at his throat shakes. Wavers, in its conviction as Cidolfus' strength begins to give. Barnabas glances at it and then dismisses it with an insulting degree of nonchalance. ]
One would think you would pay more attention to the creature at your back.
[ But they do not have time for this. Barnabas holds out his hand expectantly, familiarly, as though they were touring Ash again and had come across some anomalous beast that might give Barnabas some sport. ] Give me your blade.
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The blade at his throat shakes. Wavers, in its conviction as Cidolfus' strength begins to give. Barnabas glances at it and then dismisses it with an insulting degree of nonchalance. ]
One would think you would pay more attention to the creature at your back.
[ But they do not have time for this. Barnabas holds out his hand expectantly, familiarly, as though they were touring Ash again and had come across some anomalous beast that might give Barnabas some sport. ] Give me your blade.