[Dixon makes a motion with his head like his chin's retreating into his neck- combined with the way he squints his eyes, it's a very clear "why should I care?".
But then he sees the hand moving towards the sword hilt and instantly brings his shield up, with a sort of reflexive grace that surprises him. It's been a heavy thing to lug around until right now, and in a way it's almost like the shield itself is as hungry for combat as Dixon is for someone to berate.]
Get your hand away from the sword. [He barks it like a command, completely ignoring that Phos' attention has moved towards the state of his outfit.]
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[Dixon makes a motion with his head like his chin's retreating into his neck- combined with the way he squints his eyes, it's a very clear "why should I care?".
But then he sees the hand moving towards the sword hilt and instantly brings his shield up, with a sort of reflexive grace that surprises him. It's been a heavy thing to lug around until right now, and in a way it's almost like the shield itself is as hungry for combat as Dixon is for someone to berate.]
Get your hand away from the sword. [He barks it like a command, completely ignoring that Phos' attention has moved towards the state of his outfit.]