08-04-2013, 04:13 AM
Crim's skin was a little pale, and he had started to pant softly though he was trying to hide it. He couldn't show weakness to the enemy, but it had been hours since his injury, and it hadn't been wrapped or anything. He felt a little lightheaded, but he would fight until one of them or both of them were dead. He was almost glad when the other back flipped away, putting distance between them, as Crim's own motions had slowed some, barely but still probably enough to mean the difference between life and death with this opponent. He couldn't deflect and parry all night.
Though Crim preferred to be silent during battle, the other's words did illicit a response. "Battle is a grim affair, not something to be enjoyed." He said those words, but the excitement of battle was in his eyes. The adrenaline pumping furiously through his veins, still his facial expression was a rather grim one. His grip on his swords changed slightly, as he readied to attack the other. Crim hesitated, that head snapping to the side, when his opponent was hit by something..electricity it seemed. Blazing yellow eyes narrowed at the two figures he saw. Then his attention returned to his opponent.
Crim knew he shouldn't hesitate. Hesitating was something that got you killed in battle, but he did hesitate as his opponents chains began to wrap him up. Mostly curious to see what would happen now, though he knew he should rush forward and try to deal a finishing blow to the other. Crim couldn't make his legs move, though he really wanted to. That man was with the Union, and he needed to be destroyed. When Crim did make his legs move, the other was already being pulled away into that void, and water came crashing down onto it. Most likely from one of the strangers.
Those yellow burning eyes blinked, the temperature had changed, he noticed belatedly and then someone was speaking. One of the strangers, who he still wasn't sure of. They certainly weren't human, they could be guardians. They could be with the Union, though if they were they probably wouldn't have attacked one of their own. Maybe. Crim looked them over, studied them for a few moments before sheathing his short sword and lowering the katana, so the tip of the blade pointed at the ground.
It was an action that suggested he wouldn't attack them, but he was ready to defend himself if they did attack him. "Guardians?" It was a simple question, it only needed one answer, and if the answer was yes he might ask for proof. It was hard to concentrate, but he forced himself to. He had thought that he had plenty of time to get to Axelia's house and wrap his shoulder, but that had been stupid, he realized. That should have been the very first thing he did.
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