[ M-21 hasn't fought opponents like these before, but damn does it feel good to just be able to tear into something. No overthinking, no puzzling over controls he doesn't understand or what he should do; just letting the transformation take over, or whatever the dream is doing. He doesn't care and he's not trying to process it as long as he gets to rend golem limbs from their bodies. He rains one attack after another down on them, dodging when they finally react so he can cast a quick glance over at where Trahearne is—
Calling for reinforcements. Apparently. M-21 bristles in alarm at the skeletal limbs clawing up for their opponents. There's no time in the middle of a fight to stop and stare. But from the looks of things Trahearne has things well in hand, and he can't help but remember Syrlya's voice saying warmly, "Oh, he is much more powerful on the battlefield than he seems.
Understatement of the year, it turns out. M-21 whirls back to his side of things, sizing up the unarmed saplings that have come up alongside him. He admires the spirit, but... ]
I'll make an opening. Hit them when I've got them distracted.
[ And he lunges in to do just that. Clunky, stone opponents? Please. ]
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Calling for reinforcements. Apparently. M-21 bristles in alarm at the skeletal limbs clawing up for their opponents. There's no time in the middle of a fight to stop and stare. But from the looks of things Trahearne has things well in hand, and he can't help but remember Syrlya's voice saying warmly, "Oh, he is much more powerful on the battlefield than he seems.
Understatement of the year, it turns out. M-21 whirls back to his side of things, sizing up the unarmed saplings that have come up alongside him. He admires the spirit, but... ]
I'll make an opening. Hit them when I've got them distracted.
[ And he lunges in to do just that. Clunky, stone opponents? Please. ]