[ A two-meter weapon is perfectly practical, when it's commanded by a warrior who knows it well enough. Gรกe Dearg moves as effortlessly in Diarmuid's hands as if it were a part of his being, coming to rest on his shoulder as he matches the measure of the man before him.
Someone who holds himself with the deadly custom of a respectable swordsman, even if Diarmuid can't sense his spirit. There's a keen sense of acceptance in his eyes, a warm yellow-amber the colour of honey or a hunting hawk's, as he lifts his chin in acknowledgement. ]
You're familiar with them?
[ A question that's less uncertain than it is an invitation for the man to offer however much or little information he's willing to share on the matter. He's not wrong; though the twisted beasts bear only the most superficial resemblance to anything else Diarmuid has encountered, it's not pleasant to absorb them.
Like grasping at mouthfuls of soured meat. He can't be certain that the mana he's taken into himself isn't poisoned, in some way, like the ichorous mud he thinks he still feels clinging to him; when the only alternative would be attacking the other Drifters, however, it's not like he has that much of a choice.
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Someone who holds himself with the deadly custom of a respectable swordsman, even if Diarmuid can't sense his spirit. There's a keen sense of acceptance in his eyes, a warm yellow-amber the colour of honey or a hunting hawk's, as he lifts his chin in acknowledgement. ]
You're familiar with them?
[ A question that's less uncertain than it is an invitation for the man to offer however much or little information he's willing to share on the matter. He's not wrong; though the twisted beasts bear only the most superficial resemblance to anything else Diarmuid has encountered, it's not pleasant to absorb them.
Like grasping at mouthfuls of soured meat. He can't be certain that the mana he's taken into himself isn't poisoned, in some way, like the ichorous mud he thinks he still feels clinging to him; when the only alternative would be attacking the other Drifters, however, it's not like he has that much of a choice.
Desperate times call for desperate measures. ]