[ Let it be known that Diarmuid isn't above a little play in his fighting. While Saber comes at him, he occasionally toes his red lance with one foot, tapping steel against stone in time to the sound of their blades clashing: almost like a conductor with his baton. He's waiting for the right moment to jerk his foot down on the blunt end, to send the pointed end of the fallen lance up and into his opponent with a swift kick.
Until then, he taunts with Gae Buidhe, getting his enemy on the defensive against the effects of the cursed weapon. He only needs one second to turn the tide, and he feels like he's mounting towards it. ]
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Until then, he taunts with Gae Buidhe, getting his enemy on the defensive against the effects of the cursed weapon. He only needs one second to turn the tide, and he feels like he's mounting towards it. ]