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(Not necessarily NSFW... but potentially. CW: This Guy.)

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[abyssally]

C’mon, ya bloody parasite!

[Anyone who’s known the Warrior of Light knows that she’s never one to throw herself completely and fully into a fight unless it’s warranted. She’s not one who immediately rises to bait, or to even a challenge as much as she used to, knowing that any wrong move could mark it as her last, or even worse, the last moments for someone she cares for.

Anyone who knows the Warrior of Light knows all this. But anyone who knows Vheras Warden? Knows that at the heart of everything, when it comes to being between fighting and being a diplomat, all of her predictability of being the “good person” goes to absolute shite.

Zenos yae Galvus. There haven’t been very many people who can get right under her skin just by their sheer presence, but this man- this man. Every time he utters so much as a sentence to call them equals, or animals, or any violent thing, her blood practically boils. Sidurgu was less infuriating even in his rants and arrogant assumptions, though those were becoming less and less these days. Something about the Garlean infuriates her, makes the Abyss crawl through her veins like some blackened intoxication, practically makes her heart sing with anticipation.

She hates it.

Cronus Lux hums quietly as she tilts her wrists, readjusts her stance, then charges like a bullet straight for Zenos. She wants to kill him, she's going to kill him, Twelve damn this man to hell. He reeks of blood, of power and pure carelessness with no desire to change. Somehow, it doesn't surprise her, it simply infuriates her instead. Vheras has had enough.]

To hells with ye!

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[The fury that he can so easily inspire in her feels, to him, like proof of the truth of his words. She is a beast at heart, a thing of raw violence held back only illusions that she direly needs to rid herself of. He had called her on it, and she was now responding, charging in at him with such beautiful fury.]

Yes!

[He grins a terrible too-wide grin and draws The Swell, biding time for but a moment before he steps forward into her charge with a mighty swing to deflect her blade. He is in no hurry to move in for the kill, no, no. He wants to enjoy this for what it is, see what she has learned in his absence, perhaps even taste that steel of hers!

She'd best react quickly, though. A flick of his wrist and his follow up blow slices upwards, intent upon cleaving through her armor and into the flesh beneath.]

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[Contrary to what she holds fast to, it is proof, of a sort. How wild she can become if her friends are threatened, how far off the deep and into the Abyss she's flung herself since Haurchefant's death, how much she truly wishes she could step out of the role of "hero, protector" and just fight until her knuckles bleed and her ribs crack. To feel unhinged and raw and alive in this moment- the same way she used to before adventuring, fighting pirates in Limsa in fistfights, coming home with bruises and wounds that would last along with the memories of them. The scar she wears across her eye is a tale of one such thing, though it's one she's not partial in telling.

Truly, if one were to look at the two of them, there are similarities they share that completely terrify her of herself. So she buries it, reminds herself she needs to play her part, and keep those she cares for safe as much as she can. Even a wild beast can be tamed if it wishes to be so.

He's testing her, she realizes. Keeping her here and moving the blade at the last second, catching the edge and pushing her temper further. Cronus' glow is an eerie sight against The Swell, and she narrows her eyes as she notices his wrist twitch, the movement quick enough that it nicks her cheek as she sidesteps the swipe. There's blood there, but it's small, and what kind of battle would it be if no harm came from it?

Her voice is a growl compared to his elated tone. She pulls up her blade, swings down hard towards his head- gods willing, she's going to hurt by the end of this, but if it means this bastard is dead, then it makes it worth it.]

Shut up.

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[She growls, he laughs... it is all still poetry, to his ears. Such music they make!]

Make me.

[Such a childish thing to demand, but he sincerely hopes that she tries. Smash his helm, shatter his jaw, slit his throat... he's eager to see what she can manage, but not so eager that he does not abruptly sidestep that heavy overhead swing of her blade. It crashes down and sparks against a pauldron, jarring his shoulder but drawing no blood. Confident that this will buy him a few moments of preparation, he sheathes The Swell. His sword holster spins, emitting a high whine as aether condenses. Zenos's hand closes upon The Storm, and electricity courses over him and outwards.

He wonders, as he prepares his attack, will she retreat to safety or will she strike while he is open? His heart pounds and his body tenses, eager for her next move.]