[ Of course it's fucking Felix, of all people. Of course it is. They keep colliding with each other and it always, always ends with blood on the ground but - inevitably - something short of a death. It feels like fate, or a curse. They keep clashing into each other and it would be simple if they just fucking gave in and murdered the shit out of each other, but they never have. Instead, they've established some fucked-up holding pattern and they play it out every goddamn time.
Predictable patterns of damage. Isn't that what Crais said?
Ephemera doesn't lower his arm. He holds steady. Felix is just out of range but Ephemera could close the distance if he needs to. If he wants to. Canisters won't hold out for sustained blasts and his range is limited like this, mobility over brutal staying power, but that's fine.
For the first time, he actually has the gear advantage. And he doesn't want it. How's that for fucking irony? ]
Never said I didn't have armor.
[ His voice is very even. He watches Felix carefully. Not so long ago, Ephemera tried to rip Felix's throat out with his teeth. It didn't work, but it left a mark. There was a lot of blood between them.
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Predictable patterns of damage. Isn't that what Crais said?
Ephemera doesn't lower his arm. He holds steady. Felix is just out of range but Ephemera could close the distance if he needs to. If he wants to. Canisters won't hold out for sustained blasts and his range is limited like this, mobility over brutal staying power, but that's fine.
For the first time, he actually has the gear advantage. And he doesn't want it. How's that for fucking irony? ]
Never said I didn't have armor.
[ His voice is very even. He watches Felix carefully. Not so long ago, Ephemera tried to rip Felix's throat out with his teeth. It didn't work, but it left a mark. There was a lot of blood between them.
Looks like it's healed up. Good, that's -
Good. ]
What'd you want, Felix?