[ From his angle Claude hardly needs his help - another set of feints and swings and the strange man is prone on his back without his weapon, and for a moment the fight feels over. With his own weapon raised he flanks from behind, watching Claude's approach and taking the moment to ask: ]
Who is this?
[ Someone familiar, by the way he addressed him. Between that and the stranger being unarmed, he doesn't move to strike again, though his sword remains ready and waiting for an answer or signal from Claude. In his hand the yasi'halaun feels almost alive, pulsing in a way that feels unfamiliar.
Energy continues to crackle along the blade, extending a few more inches toward the stranger, the static charge licking hungrily in their opponents direction.
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Who is this?
[ Someone familiar, by the way he addressed him. Between that and the stranger being unarmed, he doesn't move to strike again, though his sword remains ready and waiting for an answer or signal from Claude. In his hand the yasi'halaun feels almost alive, pulsing in a way that feels unfamiliar.
Energy continues to crackle along the blade, extending a few more inches toward the stranger, the static charge licking hungrily in their opponents direction.
Something's not right. ]