[ While Gilbert is busy trying to find his ass with both hands, Break is going to just drag himself off with his arms. Because who needs legs, he's certainly strong enough!
Except... it's inefficient. It's too much work. It requires air. He's panting; he has to stop.
When Break fights, it's with minimal effort, he's all lightness and grace. He can move so quickly because he hardly moves at all. A steel-strong parry and then a deadly slash. He clenches his fist.
At which point he realizes -- oh FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYTHING! ]
Nothing, compared to what I'm going to do! WHERE'S MY SWORD?
[ Without his sword, he feels naked. Also - in its sheath, it doubles as a walking stick. It helps him get around; without it, he'll have to feel his way.
And now the feeling is coming back to his legs. Pins and needles. Ow. ]
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Except... it's inefficient. It's too much work. It requires air. He's panting; he has to stop.
When Break fights, it's with minimal effort, he's all lightness and grace. He can move so quickly because he hardly moves at all. A steel-strong parry and then a deadly slash. He clenches his fist.
At which point he realizes -- oh FUCK FUCK FUCK EVERYTHING! ]
Nothing, compared to what I'm going to do! WHERE'S MY SWORD?
[ Without his sword, he feels naked. Also - in its sheath, it doubles as a walking stick. It helps him get around; without it, he'll have to feel his way.
And now the feeling is coming back to his legs. Pins and needles. Ow. ]