[The sounds of the war seem distant in comparison to the blood rushing through his ears. He focuses on his breathing, on the way his fingers grip the hilt of his sword, the feeling of his boots digging into the mossy ground beneath them. Smoke irritates his nose, but he ignores it. Just like this, he had learned to feel fonons and eventually draw them in.
This world feels strange and silent. There was always that hum, but now it's gone. In its place is something warm, something he can almost--
-- and that's when a shadow comes speeding toward the pair of paladins. It's a felguard wielding a huge blood axe. Luke almost rolls out of the way, but he's supposed to stay on her flank. That hesitation might cost them; he's never seen a demon before and this one is up close and personal. He's still ready to parry, though.]
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[The sounds of the war seem distant in comparison to the blood rushing through his ears. He focuses on his breathing, on the way his fingers grip the hilt of his sword, the feeling of his boots digging into the mossy ground beneath them. Smoke irritates his nose, but he ignores it. Just like this, he had learned to feel fonons and eventually draw them in.
This world feels strange and silent. There was always that hum, but now it's gone. In its place is something warm, something he can almost--
-- and that's when a shadow comes speeding toward the pair of paladins. It's a felguard wielding a huge blood axe. Luke almost rolls out of the way, but he's supposed to stay on her flank. That hesitation might cost them; he's never seen a demon before and this one is up close and personal. He's still ready to parry, though.]