For all that he's holding his sword with a steady, practiced-seeming grip, the look he shoots her way is vaguely panicked and uncertain. He takes a step back nearly into her, only faintly comforted by the backup when told to handle the shrieking, ghostly monster with a sword of its own. Jesus, he is so not cut out for this.
But the thing lunges and he parries the large sword without even thinking about it, a sharp metal clashing unhamoniously joining the sounds of the Ringwraith's eerie screams. He sweeps the katana around and back up, forcing the thing to pull back a little to dodge it.]
We need to get away!
[Maybe she thinks he can deal with this thjng, but he certainly doesn't. And what about all the others, and the people in masks? They can't possibly fight off them all.]
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For all that he's holding his sword with a steady, practiced-seeming grip, the look he shoots her way is vaguely panicked and uncertain. He takes a step back nearly into her, only faintly comforted by the backup when told to handle the shrieking, ghostly monster with a sword of its own. Jesus, he is so not cut out for this.
But the thing lunges and he parries the large sword without even thinking about it, a sharp metal clashing unhamoniously joining the sounds of the Ringwraith's eerie screams. He sweeps the katana around and back up, forcing the thing to pull back a little to dodge it.]
We need to get away!
[Maybe she thinks he can deal with this thjng, but he certainly doesn't. And what about all the others, and the people in masks? They can't possibly fight off them all.]