[ That's so metal. In response, Tartaglia flicks his fingers and out come the hydro daggers, refulgent and glittering through his hands in utterly painstaking fidelity. ]
Gladly.
[ Watch his back, He Xuan. With absolutely no regard for decorum, he takes an offensive stance, and promptly leaps into the fray with the intent of slicing those wheat stalks down to nothing. ]
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Gladly.
[ Watch his back, He Xuan. With absolutely no regard for decorum, he takes an offensive stance, and promptly leaps into the fray with the intent of slicing those wheat stalks down to nothing. ]