[Lavellan bites out another curse as he only barely manages to summon his own sword in time, the impact nearly sending him to his knees. He'd never used the thing for dueling, and he knows he has no chance in defending himself for very long his way. He needs to get the advantage now.
His only consolation is that this isn't really Sideswipe. That this isn't really Sideswipe he would be hurting. It's very little comfort. Still, he uses his own stumble to get some distance between them, and uses the opportunity to drive his sword at the place where Sideswipe's ribs might be, were he flesh and blood.
Part of him hopes that this not-Sideswipe will see through it and kill him, so that he won't have to do this. The other part of him tells himself that's the coward's way out. He still has work to do before he can lie down and die.]
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His only consolation is that this isn't really Sideswipe. That this isn't really Sideswipe he would be hurting. It's very little comfort. Still, he uses his own stumble to get some distance between them, and uses the opportunity to drive his sword at the place where Sideswipe's ribs might be, were he flesh and blood.
Part of him hopes that this not-Sideswipe will see through it and kill him, so that he won't have to do this. The other part of him tells himself that's the coward's way out. He still has work to do before he can lie down and die.]