[ It's hard to tell when the young man is Kakavasha, and when he is Aventurine. At times, he seems to know what he shouldn't, and then at times he is like this, unknowing. Still, he is the man Ratio loves all the same, and that's what matters most.
The sweet atmosphere comes to an end when another slave stumbles into the hallway, and the reality (dream, rather) of their situation slams back into place. And before Ratio can say anything, Kakavasha darts off and the intruder is downed.
It's not pleasant to watch another man die, but he can't help but admire Kakavasha's skill. ]
Impressive. I'm no fighter, but I did not see any wasted movement.
[ He keeps his distance, now scanning the area for any other potential interlopers. It wouldn't do to have either of them caught off guard because of his sentimentality. ]
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The sweet atmosphere comes to an end when another slave stumbles into the hallway, and the reality (dream, rather) of their situation slams back into place. And before Ratio can say anything, Kakavasha darts off and the intruder is downed.
It's not pleasant to watch another man die, but he can't help but admire Kakavasha's skill. ]
Impressive. I'm no fighter, but I did not see any wasted movement.
[ He keeps his distance, now scanning the area for any other potential interlopers. It wouldn't do to have either of them caught off guard because of his sentimentality. ]