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Oct. 16th, 2023 03:45 am
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kazdehliaHe's never been a fan of using his Arts, it's a matter that he kept under tight wraps even around those who were aware of the nature of them; And yet while they're being overrun? There's no choice in the matter, moreso when both he and Amiya are finding themselves exhausted from constantly fighting those employed by the Court here in Victoria.
After a while, the center of Damocles's pupils burn a bright red, in a manner not so dissimilar to the current Lord of Fiends', and a simple order uttered in a cold tone leaves his mouth as he activates his ability.
"Back off."
There's immediately a chill in the air, not a drop in temperature--It's fear, pure, primal unease that shakes one to the core. The soldiers take a step back, their own pupils dilating while the Sarkaz's own continue to smolder an eerie red. His odachi is still firmly in his grip, his eyes narrowing in a silent challenge for them to continue their advance.
After a while, the center of Damocles's pupils burn a bright red, in a manner not so dissimilar to the current Lord of Fiends', and a simple order uttered in a cold tone leaves his mouth as he activates his ability.
"Back off."
There's immediately a chill in the air, not a drop in temperature--It's fear, pure, primal unease that shakes one to the core. The soldiers take a step back, their own pupils dilating while the Sarkaz's own continue to smolder an eerie red. His odachi is still firmly in his grip, his eyes narrowing in a silent challenge for them to continue their advance.