[ the shared laughter is always a good sign. exchanging blows with someone who exudes a similar level of bloodlust is always a treat. not that achilles necessarily enjoyed carnage, but he enjoyed a challenge. if there was anything that got the blood pumping and feeling the most like you're alive, it's the raw energy of being punched in the face, obviously.
except, that's not entirely true, but he thinks it's ironic, if anything. it's been a while since he's tasted that hint of metal in his mouth; the iron reminding him that he's just as real and physical as everything else. not that he didn't feel it as a servant, but it was different.
especially, coming from someone who is just as mouthy as he was. ] Beg? You'll have to do better than that to have me on my knees. [ when tartaglia blocks his attacks, he doesn't expect him to recover as quickly as he does. there's no wasted motion as he feels the leg hooking behind his and inevitably, he falls back. while he deliberates on catching himself, perhaps even recalibrating after flipping back to his leg, he decisively opts against it. especially, as he doesn't think the stranger's hook is loose enough for his escape. (odd, now that he thinks of it... that someone aims so close to his weak spot for once.)
hence, instead he reaches over and grips an arm around tartaglia's neck as if to trying to secure him to his falling body. as soon as they land, he's going to do his best and wrangle to be on top. belatedly, he wonders if this already means he's on his knees, but he decides at least in his head that it doesn't count. ]
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except, that's not entirely true, but he thinks it's ironic, if anything. it's been a while since he's tasted that hint of metal in his mouth; the iron reminding him that he's just as real and physical as everything else. not that he didn't feel it as a servant, but it was different.
especially, coming from someone who is just as mouthy as he was. ] Beg? You'll have to do better than that to have me on my knees. [ when tartaglia blocks his attacks, he doesn't expect him to recover as quickly as he does. there's no wasted motion as he feels the leg hooking behind his and inevitably, he falls back. while he deliberates on catching himself, perhaps even recalibrating after flipping back to his leg, he decisively opts against it. especially, as he doesn't think the stranger's hook is loose enough for his escape. (odd, now that he thinks of it... that someone aims so close to his weak spot for once.)
hence, instead he reaches over and grips an arm around tartaglia's neck as if to trying to secure him to his falling body. as soon as they land, he's going to do his best and wrangle to be on top. belatedly, he wonders if this already means he's on his knees, but he decides at least in his head that it doesn't count. ]