[ In a weird way, Lancer agrees, momentarily, about the fact that the fighting itself might be the purpose of this stupid, disjointed "war"— but he resents that, and his expression twists into a frown as he blocks the axe, feels himself get pushed back a few feet upon impact. ]
That's good for you, isn't i...
[ ...but he's cut off by his Master yelling for him, which may have been a minor annoyance during any other fight excluding this. A glance up towards the familiar face, and he blinks, taken off-guard (not good, but he knows when to get back into focus) before he realizes what this is.
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That's good for you, isn't i...
[ ...but he's cut off by his Master yelling for him, which may have been a minor annoyance during any other fight excluding this. A glance up towards the familiar face, and he blinks, taken off-guard (not good, but he knows when to get back into focus) before he realizes what this is.
Which gets him to stop and laugh. ]
Pitch it here, Lien!