[Caught in the entanglement of blades, Eridanus feels the way the weight in Lucius' falchion shifts. The way it slides and presses against the cross-guard of his shorter blade, the vibrations of smooth metal gliding across metal felt in the palm of his hand. Where there's a gap between their sheer strength, Lucius makes up for it in a quickness both practiced and gifted in his feline form. Even if he were to leap from the attack, in such close proximity, the tip of that blade would still find its mark.
So, with no other choices left to him, Eridanus decides in that microsecond that softening the blow is his best chance. A subtle shift in his footing has him turning just as well, just enough so that the tip of Lucius' falchion finds the tougher meat of his back. Still, it wedges into the stone-flesh and pulls a breathless grunt of pain from Eridanus' throat.
Regardless of the wound now soaking his shirt bloody, he focuses his attentions on his short-bladeโglancing it off of the falchion and driving upwards towards Lucius' arm. To the onlooker, they would look like nothing so much as lovers entangled within an impassioned embrace; and yet, for Eridanus, he only has the thought of driving his short-sword into the tender meat of Lucius' bicep in his mind.]
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So, with no other choices left to him, Eridanus decides in that microsecond that softening the blow is his best chance. A subtle shift in his footing has him turning just as well, just enough so that the tip of Lucius' falchion finds the tougher meat of his back. Still, it wedges into the stone-flesh and pulls a breathless grunt of pain from Eridanus' throat.
Regardless of the wound now soaking his shirt bloody, he focuses his attentions on his short-bladeโglancing it off of the falchion and driving upwards towards Lucius' arm. To the onlooker, they would look like nothing so much as lovers entangled within an impassioned embrace; and yet, for Eridanus, he only has the thought of driving his short-sword into the tender meat of Lucius' bicep in his mind.]