Syl changes with my intentions. It's not cheating. Technically, ( Kaladin adds with a shrug. Arms lift with the lazy action, bringing his spear up vertically to spin it off his wrists. ) I haven't used my Lashings against you. Don't complain!
( It feels good to cut loose. Panic doesn't set in when he wields his spear against Noctis, because it's been blunted. Because it's in his control. Because he knows that, at Noctis' level, neither will matter. He's so adept at what he does that Kaladin trusts him to deflect each blow, even when he's putting his heart and soul into each one.
Step, jab, backstep, parry. He advances on Noctis swiftly.
Kaladin doesn't realize he's grinning again. It persists as one of his most ambitious thrusts misses. Expectedβbut not the way it goes down. Noctis moves so quickly that he leaves an afterimage of refracting glass. It's completely see-through, overlapping its real body until Noctis steps out of it and Kaladin's spear head punctures the air.
A call to hold is obeyed immediately, and storms, he finds he needs time, too. Adrenaline does a good job of masking his exhaustion until he slows up, but in the wake of it, as the joy of dancing with Noctis ebbs, Kaladin realizes how hard he's breathing. His spear is held at rest against his forearm as he falls back into his initial stance. Sweat beads off his chin, so he wipes it and his mouth with the shoulder of his t-shirt. )
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( It feels good to cut loose. Panic doesn't set in when he wields his spear against Noctis, because it's been blunted. Because it's in his control. Because he knows that, at Noctis' level, neither will matter. He's so adept at what he does that Kaladin trusts him to deflect each blow, even when he's putting his heart and soul into each one.
Step, jab, backstep, parry. He advances on Noctis swiftly.
Leap, jab, backflip, block. Noctis unerringly counters him.
Kaladin doesn't realize he's grinning again. It persists as one of his most ambitious thrusts misses. Expectedβbut not the way it goes down. Noctis moves so quickly that he leaves an afterimage of refracting glass. It's completely see-through, overlapping its real body until Noctis steps out of it and Kaladin's spear head punctures the air.
A call to hold is obeyed immediately, and storms, he finds he needs time, too. Adrenaline does a good job of masking his exhaustion until he slows up, but in the wake of it, as the joy of dancing with Noctis ebbs, Kaladin realizes how hard he's breathing. His spear is held at rest against his forearm as he falls back into his initial stance. Sweat beads off his chin, so he wipes it and his mouth with the shoulder of his t-shirt. )
What is it? You alright?