[ dextera didn’t fall prey to the sirens in the first place, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen now. he wishes he had an earplug bone on him—but it’s always the things that seem useless that find their niche right when you don’t have them. ]
Ngh…!
[ with zelda’s spear providing some distraction, dextera lets his sword charge up and he swings. the siren, oddly enough, stops in place. like a snake that’s been charmed, its eyes follow the blade of the sword as dextera moves it.
he exhales, a moment bought, though now he has a siren reaching out to try to disarm him. ]
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Ngh…!
[ with zelda’s spear providing some distraction, dextera lets his sword charge up and he swings. the siren, oddly enough, stops in place. like a snake that’s been charmed, its eyes follow the blade of the sword as dextera moves it.
he exhales, a moment bought, though now he has a siren reaching out to try to disarm him. ]