[ it's rare for him to feel just unadulterated excitement, and that true element of the unknown. he doesn't know who this man is, can't even fathom his real name or identity and that was kind of fresh in its own right. it wasn't as contrived as battles of war, but almost as if they were truly free and as if the passion and vigor of their movements could speak for themselves.
there's something like slack evident in the others voice. an almost carefreeness that relieves achilles. maybe they had a lot more in common than he thought. when he dodges the kick, there's an instant whistle he makes, genuinely oo'ed by the sudden show in tenacity. then when the stranger parries, he just barely recaptures his balance as he attempts to move straight out of the way.
when the fists come his way, he does his best to dodge but considering he just landed on his own feet after his kicks, it's enough where, he's caught off-guard by his final punch. it hits him on the cheek, but he doesn't seem to mind. he seems to take it boldly, if just to throw several punches of his own. a certain unpredictability to his movements as he fakes a few before attempting to land one near his chest. honestly, he's not focusing too much on mitigating any potential damages coming in, if anything more obsessed with landing a blow on this mystery man.
the price of wanting a good fight, he supposes. ] For you, I think the price would be worth it. [ as always, even with getting a punch to the face, he speaks with an inflated sense of confidence. ]
Think, I could even handle two of you at once. [ that feel when battle dialogue always feels so... filthy. ]
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there's something like slack evident in the others voice. an almost carefreeness that relieves achilles. maybe they had a lot more in common than he thought. when he dodges the kick, there's an instant whistle he makes, genuinely oo'ed by the sudden show in tenacity. then when the stranger parries, he just barely recaptures his balance as he attempts to move straight out of the way.
when the fists come his way, he does his best to dodge but considering he just landed on his own feet after his kicks, it's enough where, he's caught off-guard by his final punch. it hits him on the cheek, but he doesn't seem to mind. he seems to take it boldly, if just to throw several punches of his own. a certain unpredictability to his movements as he fakes a few before attempting to land one near his chest. honestly, he's not focusing too much on mitigating any potential damages coming in, if anything more obsessed with landing a blow on this mystery man.
the price of wanting a good fight, he supposes. ] For you, I think the price would be worth it. [ as always, even with getting a punch to the face, he speaks with an inflated sense of confidence. ]
Think, I could even handle two of you at once. [ that feel when battle dialogue always feels so... filthy. ]