[Everything feels so strikingly cold, the scent of petrichor coating the back of his throat, compared to what the Coliseum had been.
A cool-headed, divine-touched Set seems terrifying, even more so than the bloodcurdling mania that he had exuded in the fighting ring, and Mamoru's breath hitches, his lips tugging up, a flurry of something hitting the inside of his ribcage.
It's a shame that they chose a place with such a narrow space. Even if Mamoru wished to christen his newest blade, a naginata, he knew he'd be at a high disadvantage if he used it.
Instead, the latch on his walking cane clicks. There's no mop to use this time, no makeshift weaponry, no hollering outside the arena.] I always am.
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A cool-headed, divine-touched Set seems terrifying, even more so than the bloodcurdling mania that he had exuded in the fighting ring, and Mamoru's breath hitches, his lips tugging up, a flurry of something hitting the inside of his ribcage.
It's a shame that they chose a place with such a narrow space. Even if Mamoru wished to christen his newest blade, a naginata, he knew he'd be at a high disadvantage if he used it.
Instead, the latch on his walking cane clicks. There's no mop to use this time, no makeshift weaponry, no hollering outside the arena.] I always am.
[Come at him, Set.]