[ And, though he knows that it's hardly the time for it, Diarmuid's lips twitch up in a faint smile, the kind of competitive half-expression that he can't help in the face of someone he acknowledges is a worthy opponent. He can sense it already: his enemy is looking for a fight. ]
Of course. On my honor.
[ Setting Ai Thao down, he reaches back to brandish his twin lances with a flourish, immediately on the ready once he hears, not senses, a presence jumping down from above.
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Of course. On my honor.
[ Setting Ai Thao down, he reaches back to brandish his twin lances with a flourish, immediately on the ready once he hears, not senses, a presence jumping down from above.
—Fast. ]