[His words are clipped, focused, not unappreciative of the compliment but more concerned with the things that could kill them — and the things that are already dead.
After a moment of consideration, he stabs his sword into the still-living head, strong steel punching through bone; when that does little to cease the chattering, he flings his blade to the side, sending the head sliding off the sword and sailing somewhere into the middle distance. Only then does he glance back at his fellow Summoned, taking advantage of a momentary lull in the fighting.]
I've fought many men. This is not how it usually goes.
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[His words are clipped, focused, not unappreciative of the compliment but more concerned with the things that could kill them — and the things that are already dead.
After a moment of consideration, he stabs his sword into the still-living head, strong steel punching through bone; when that does little to cease the chattering, he flings his blade to the side, sending the head sliding off the sword and sailing somewhere into the middle distance. Only then does he glance back at his fellow Summoned, taking advantage of a momentary lull in the fighting.]
I've fought many men. This is not how it usually goes.