[He can tell she's driven to desperation when the shadows burst out of her in a mass of tendrils, for lack of any better actions to take as he steadily works himself closer. He weaves through some while cutting through others, the power of light balancing out the wave of darkness that would otherwise threaten to swallow him.
Why, she asks. As if he had somehow conspired to attack her personally. He grimaces.]
You looked like you needed help.
[A gentle answer in the face of a finishing blow; he thrusts the spear forward, and though it does not penetrate her physically, the momentum continues, piercing through the Umbra and shattering its hold on her. He does not know if she will retain consciousness throughout the process, or even if it will work the first time through, so he stands ready to grab her at a moment's notice.
She looked like she needed help. That's all. Nothing so noble, he thinks.]
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Why, she asks. As if he had somehow conspired to attack her personally. He grimaces.]
You looked like you needed help.
[A gentle answer in the face of a finishing blow; he thrusts the spear forward, and though it does not penetrate her physically, the momentum continues, piercing through the Umbra and shattering its hold on her. He does not know if she will retain consciousness throughout the process, or even if it will work the first time through, so he stands ready to grab her at a moment's notice.
She looked like she needed help. That's all. Nothing so noble, he thinks.]