Date: 2021-05-25 08:03 pm (UTC)
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He's seen Gustavain catch the notes of a song on the breeze and tilt his head to the side to catch the sound. He does that now, but the knowing look in his eyes says that what he's "catching" is Phillip's reaction to him. There's a slow, answering smirk, the lift of an eyebrow, and then, as he turns away, to deal with the soldiers moving up behind them during the interchange, a low, bemused chuckle.

It only gets worse.

Not for them. Or well, not for them if the measurement of that is in how much danger they are in. Gustavain keeps cleaving through the battalion like a hot knife through butter. There's something wild about him as he does-- his laughter breaks through more than once-- and more than one soldier loses their nerve and runs-- he kills them the same as the others, leaping after them with that strange grace he'd shown to rush to Phillip's side. The last one falls with his boots planted in his back and he yanks the sword out of them with little care for any additional damage it might cause.

And then, there's silence, broken only by a soft sound that Phillip might take a moment to realize is blood dripping off Gustavain's sword as he turns, very slowly, to look at Phillip.
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