[It gets worse - Felix doesn't carry his swords, he conjures them. The blade in his hand isn't steel: it's half-transparent, a shimmering purple-blue outline. He swallows a curse, eyeing the knight's reaction. For a moment the tip drops, as if he's about to sheathe it. But there's no point now he's turned on Guy. Too late for 'Sword? What sword?' he reckons.]
[After a second's hesitation, he shrugs as casually as he can.]
Even a healer has to defend himself. And you'll excuse me, but I wasn't expecting company out here tonight.
One you're not likely to see again, in parts like these. [Maybe he should be glad the knight isn't panicking. But he's not too happy about Guy coming closer. He twirls his blade easily, a silent warning that he knows how to handle it.]
I meant to reply to this much earlier and then life happened :|
You are very armed for a healer, boy.
No problem, it's been happening here too. :)
[After a second's hesitation, he shrugs as casually as he can.]
Even a healer has to defend himself. And you'll excuse me, but I wasn't expecting company out here tonight.
happening everywhere :|
Indeed you weren't. What manner of sword is that, Healer? None that I have seen before.
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I've been hoping I won't have to use it.