[X'rhun resists the urge to look down at his feet and imagine to himself the steps, keeping his eyes trained right on Cain's face.]
Not too difficult, no. I'm sure I could manage something like that easily! [Because already he's running through scenarios in his mind, how it could be done... And he remembers Verholy, his strikes with his blade, how he would run about the battlefield with nimble steps, on the balls of his feet. How he told his adventurer student that red magery is a dance.
But combat is entirely different from ball dance, a field more familiar than the dance floor. And X'rhun was a Miqo'te commoner growing up under the reign of the Mad King-- no fun was to be had anywhere.]
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Not too difficult, no. I'm sure I could manage something like that easily! [Because already he's running through scenarios in his mind, how it could be done... And he remembers Verholy, his strikes with his blade, how he would run about the battlefield with nimble steps, on the balls of his feet. How he told his adventurer student that red magery is a dance.
But combat is entirely different from ball dance, a field more familiar than the dance floor. And X'rhun was a Miqo'te commoner growing up under the reign of the Mad King-- no fun was to be had anywhere.]
I believe I'm ready-- shall we begin?