[ The poor visibility is annoying, to say the least. Thick fog seems to coil around them, managing not to impede vision as long as Lancer is moving. Gae Bolg cuts through the mist like a red light, parrying and sending faint glimmers of sparks flying with every contact of blade against blade.
Something still feels off, and after a few strikes met and a few dodged, he falls back to regroup, restrategize. ]
Is this you, or your Master?
[ A wave of the hand, indicating "all this fog". ]
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Something still feels off, and after a few strikes met and a few dodged, he falls back to regroup, restrategize. ]
Is this you, or your Master?
[ A wave of the hand, indicating "all this fog". ]