[Remember it: Judgment seething on the floor, immobile, like a gobbet of saliva spat into the very chamber of the world. Dragging oneself closer, blade spritzing to life with a glare of cyan, and slamming the point of it through the center of the thing, impaling it directly in whatever could be passed for its skull.]
[Perhaps that is the worst part. The part where they can no sooner venture to know if that is real than they can this.]
[Their sword might be more direct, but it is also slower. They reach into the folds of their cloak, their breath slow and harsh beneath their mantle. Their HUD picks out the Knight in green. Everything else is lit up in hostile-scarlet.]
[The Roly Poly sails out across the battlefield with a throw that is, as everything is with them, pinpoint accurate.]
[It detonates with a crackle of electric brisance. Out of instinct, the Drifter drops to their knees, cloak sweeping up to keep the debris from pelting the Knight in the resultant blast.]
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[Perhaps that is the worst part. The part where they can no sooner venture to know if that is real than they can this.]
[Their sword might be more direct, but it is also slower. They reach into the folds of their cloak, their breath slow and harsh beneath their mantle. Their HUD picks out the Knight in green. Everything else is lit up in hostile-scarlet.]
[The Roly Poly sails out across the battlefield with a throw that is, as everything is with them, pinpoint accurate.]
[It detonates with a crackle of electric brisance. Out of instinct, the Drifter drops to their knees, cloak sweeping up to keep the debris from pelting the Knight in the resultant blast.]