[The purpose of this room becomes eerily clear. Beau's implacable nature, her dismissive curtness, her refusal to stop - the shattered interior belies all of that. The critiques of the spectators suggest something far, far darker lying beneath.]
[There's no time to examine it further. She's swinging at them again. They almost don't move fast enough, but the rippling of the sand underfoot is a fair warning that the consequences, should they fail to anticipate the blow correctly, may be dire - fatal, even.]
[They dash to one side, a streak of violet light, and juke backwards. Unbeknownst to either of them, the Drifter is employing the tactic they'd always enacted upon confronting the great and terrible guardians of each territory: studying their attacks, learning the patterns of each blow, taking the time to process it in pieces before taking any immediate action.]
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[There's no time to examine it further. She's swinging at them again. They almost don't move fast enough, but the rippling of the sand underfoot is a fair warning that the consequences, should they fail to anticipate the blow correctly, may be dire - fatal, even.]
[They dash to one side, a streak of violet light, and juke backwards. Unbeknownst to either of them, the Drifter is employing the tactic they'd always enacted upon confronting the great and terrible guardians of each territory: studying their attacks, learning the patterns of each blow, taking the time to process it in pieces before taking any immediate action.]
[Their focus, for now, is evasion.]