[ Ay that fuckin' smarts bud, a sharp grimace at the twist of blade, the slice as it pulls out to stab again, but he's ready for you.
He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]
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He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]