( yeah, she'll get hit—kromer doesn't hesitate, bringing one wing down on don quixote's side as the fork jams into one of her legs. it breaks the skin, and kromer— laughs, pained, the leg kicking at don quixote now that she's close.
this isn't how her sinclair fights, no. he's more direct—he aims for the heart, wanting to strike her down quickly, painfully, eagerly. if this isn't him... it isn't worth her time, and the next swing she has is more to knock don out of the way instead of actually hurting her.
she has to leave. she wants to find him. sinclair, sinclair— )
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this isn't how her sinclair fights, no. he's more direct—he aims for the heart, wanting to strike her down quickly, painfully, eagerly. if this isn't him... it isn't worth her time, and the next swing she has is more to knock don out of the way instead of actually hurting her.
she has to leave. she wants to find him. sinclair, sinclair— )
Sinclair... Siiiinclaaaaair...♪