[ Not being able to sleep hasn't done Sylvain's current state of mind any benefits either, although he's still been trying to not be a complete wet blanket. Mostly. Sometimes even that felt too exhausting to maintain.
But there was something in the sharp words and precise movements as the man fights that strikes such a deep chord of familiarity in him. And Alucard swearing at him just gets the unknown man the response of Sylvain breaking into the brightest smile he's worn in days. Oh, he feels much better now. Yeah, look, you probably don't want to know. ]
No worries. I've got it.
[ An easy spin of the long lance he holds so that the sharp end is pointed down and the blunt end is currently wielded as the more appropriate weapon, he batters the approaching corpse with a powerful blow at the exposed spine - because really, the thing is more skeleton than body at this point, with how decayed this one is. The creature wobbles a bit before falling apart, as if whatever was holding it together has been knocked free or destroyed. Bones and body parts scatter at his feet and he makes a face as a disembodied hand drags itself toward him, latching onto his pant leg and trying to climb its way up. Gross. Another slam of the butt of his lance smashes the skull in, making sure all the rest of the parts stop moving as well. ]
Much better. [ Still grinning, he glances back over at the man who had been out here fighting on his own before Sylvain had gotten here. ] Need a hand?
[ He pries the now-dead (again?) hand off his pants and waves it at the man for good measure. ]
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But there was something in the sharp words and precise movements as the man fights that strikes such a deep chord of familiarity in him. And Alucard swearing at him just gets the unknown man the response of Sylvain breaking into the brightest smile he's worn in days. Oh, he feels much better now. Yeah, look, you probably don't want to know. ]
No worries. I've got it.
[ An easy spin of the long lance he holds so that the sharp end is pointed down and the blunt end is currently wielded as the more appropriate weapon, he batters the approaching corpse with a powerful blow at the exposed spine - because really, the thing is more skeleton than body at this point, with how decayed this one is. The creature wobbles a bit before falling apart, as if whatever was holding it together has been knocked free or destroyed. Bones and body parts scatter at his feet and he makes a face as a disembodied hand drags itself toward him, latching onto his pant leg and trying to climb its way up. Gross. Another slam of the butt of his lance smashes the skull in, making sure all the rest of the parts stop moving as well. ]
Much better. [ Still grinning, he glances back over at the man who had been out here fighting on his own before Sylvain had gotten here. ] Need a hand?
[ He pries the now-dead (again?) hand off his pants and waves it at the man for good measure. ]