[See? Diluc has manners even if he's rather taciturn and quick to the point. There's no room for handshakes and pleasantries with his hands on the hilt, but if Syrlya earns his approval, who knows? Maybe Diluc will extend him his kindness then and be Slightly Less Of An Ass going forward. One can dream.]
I expect you to come at me with everything you've got, Syrlya. Don't disappoint me—!
[And with no further precursor, Diluc throws his weight into his swing and aims directly for Syrlya's head.]
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[See? Diluc has manners even if he's rather taciturn and quick to the point. There's no room for handshakes and pleasantries with his hands on the hilt, but if Syrlya earns his approval, who knows? Maybe Diluc will extend him his kindness then and be Slightly Less Of An Ass going forward. One can dream.]
I expect you to come at me with everything you've got, Syrlya. Don't disappoint me—!
[And with no further precursor, Diluc throws his weight into his swing and aims directly for Syrlya's head.]