[Phos was expecting competency, the skill and cunning they've grown accustomed to from the Lunarians. What they get instead is this haphazard, poorly thought out fumbling. They hardly know what to make if it.
Still, they can deal with it if nothing else. Frowning perplexedly, they twist their arm to put the sword further out of reach. Where the foot connects with their elbow, it feels like it's hitting a solid metal surface, just for a moment. Then that middle part of their arm melts just like the other, the surface going soft and liquidy under Dixon's foot and then suddenly deforming to encase it in shifting, rippling alloy.
Keeping their grip on both sides, Phos simply pulls the shield down while yanking the foot up in an attempt to pull the man's legs out from under him.]
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Still, they can deal with it if nothing else. Frowning perplexedly, they twist their arm to put the sword further out of reach. Where the foot connects with their elbow, it feels like it's hitting a solid metal surface, just for a moment. Then that middle part of their arm melts just like the other, the surface going soft and liquidy under Dixon's foot and then suddenly deforming to encase it in shifting, rippling alloy.
Keeping their grip on both sides, Phos simply pulls the shield down while yanking the foot up in an attempt to pull the man's legs out from under him.]