[There's little time to admire the handiwork that is Jesse's impossible aim. He'd been trained, just like any other Glaive, to use all manner of weapons, but the kukri were his and his alone. One from Galahd, one from Eos.
There's a metaphor in there somewhere, considering he had neither in his hands by the time the sun began to rise over the destruction of the city.
No warping, just pure speed now, as he starts to zip past now dead enemies and right next to his current comrade, one that's just as damned heroic as he is. Whatever it was that gave him renewed strength, he was glad for it. Likely the only thing keeping him alive.
The fissures cutting through his neck and cheek start to itch wildly. Fresh wounds did that, didn't they? He suspects they won't ever really heal. Higher powers gave him those scars. Higher powers weren't really the merciful type.]
I'll get you the drink myself if we can get out in the next five minutes. Grab on.
[He shoves the more delicate, artistic kukri into Jesse's hand. Its older brother remains firmly in a gloved hand.]
Hope you're not the queasy type.
[There's absolutely no apology there as he flings the kukri in an impressively long-range warp.]
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There's a metaphor in there somewhere, considering he had neither in his hands by the time the sun began to rise over the destruction of the city.
No warping, just pure speed now, as he starts to zip past now dead enemies and right next to his current comrade, one that's just as damned heroic as he is. Whatever it was that gave him renewed strength, he was glad for it. Likely the only thing keeping him alive.
The fissures cutting through his neck and cheek start to itch wildly. Fresh wounds did that, didn't they? He suspects they won't ever really heal. Higher powers gave him those scars. Higher powers weren't really the merciful type.]
I'll get you the drink myself if we can get out in the next five minutes. Grab on.
[He shoves the more delicate, artistic kukri into Jesse's hand. Its older brother remains firmly in a gloved hand.]
Hope you're not the queasy type.
[There's absolutely no apology there as he flings the kukri in an impressively long-range warp.]