[ This entire war is strange— it seems to have taken people who are completely disinclined to participate, as well as those who were unprepared but willing.
There's also something about this particular opponent that seems similar to Diarmuid, with regard to the fact that his objectives seem not to be about the war itself, but about being here. It's just a feeling, but it's enough of one that there's something humbling about it.
By the time Diarmuid swings Gae Dearg up, Saber's jumped out of his range; an impressive feat, all things considered. His lance cuts through air, vulnerable for a moment before its twin moves up to meet the katana straight-on, the weight of the blow pushing him down and sinking his feet into dirt. ]
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There's also something about this particular opponent that seems similar to Diarmuid, with regard to the fact that his objectives seem not to be about the war itself, but about being here. It's just a feeling, but it's enough of one that there's something humbling about it.
By the time Diarmuid swings Gae Dearg up, Saber's jumped out of his range; an impressive feat, all things considered. His lance cuts through air, vulnerable for a moment before its twin moves up to meet the katana straight-on, the weight of the blow pushing him down and sinking his feet into dirt. ]