[The shadow sneers and lets his head loll back to gaze at Darin.]
Then this one gets to watch another brother die in front of him. I wonder what kind of scar this will leave?
[Darin's muscles tense, rigid like steel when those words leave his shadow's mouth, and he snaps his head back up, eyes wide with fear. But his shadow is already on the move.]
[It comes in low, fast, and it doesn't strike to maim or deeply wound as much as it does to toy with. The first sword, on Shiro's right, comes in straight, the shadow knowing full well it will likely be knocked aside. No, instead he intends to roll with the strike, to spin and drop low to slice at the legs.]
No...Shiro...
I told you to run...! I told you to get back to the others!! WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?!
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Then this one gets to watch another brother die in front of him. I wonder what kind of scar this will leave?
[Darin's muscles tense, rigid like steel when those words leave his shadow's mouth, and he snaps his head back up, eyes wide with fear. But his shadow is already on the move.]
[It comes in low, fast, and it doesn't strike to maim or deeply wound as much as it does to toy with. The first sword, on Shiro's right, comes in straight, the shadow knowing full well it will likely be knocked aside. No, instead he intends to roll with the strike, to spin and drop low to slice at the legs.]
No...Shiro...
I told you to run...! I told you to get back to the others!! WHY DO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME?!