… It’s too late. [If his party was caught, they already had eyes on him and indeed the alert sirens were sounded soon after. Even so, Takame’s demeanor didn’t change, and yet that was unsettling in itself. He’s seen enough death to not be phased by it, to not mourn when it happens. All that is making his heart pound out of his chest is where it happened, he was unable to relate at all to Rose’s horror. The stench of fresh blood is familiar, the inflicted wounds were not. The method was new, but it was not unexpected.
Another day, another dead savage.
That’s all they were. Wasn’t... that wrong? They were his enemy now… they were wrong. He did not expect Rose to fight, but he would subject her to the sight and scent no longer. Rescue the Warrior of Light. Rescue the Warrior of Light. That was all that mattered now. Complete your objective, Kesi. The same thing repeated in his head to deafen all other useless thoughts.
It barely registered that he had been spoken to. Habitually, he pulled out his weapon again with one hand. His dominant left.]
… Stay close to me. [He only gave those words as a warning, an indicator that he would still fight. Pure muscle memory would guide his legs through the castrum. Fully intending to fight with one blade arm or even just his legs if he needed to. Leave this place, he had to leave. He had to get Rose out.]
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Another day, another dead savage.
That’s all they were. Wasn’t... that wrong? They were his enemy now… they were wrong. He did not expect Rose to fight, but he would subject her to the sight and scent no longer. Rescue the Warrior of Light. Rescue the Warrior of Light. That was all that mattered now. Complete your objective, Kesi. The same thing repeated in his head to deafen all other useless thoughts.
It barely registered that he had been spoken to. Habitually, he pulled out his weapon again with one hand. His dominant left.]
… Stay close to me. [He only gave those words as a warning, an indicator that he would still fight. Pure muscle memory would guide his legs through the castrum. Fully intending to fight with one blade arm or even just his legs if he needed to. Leave this place, he had to leave. He had to get Rose out.]