[ Danse backs away a step at that rattle, equally instinctive, because no matter how dangerous a thing he might be right now--now or always, and usually proud of it, too--he wouldn't be a match for Arcade if the other man actually wanted to fight him now. Not like this, with no resistance to any of the weapons currently at Arcade's disposal. It's a damn good thing they finally are on the same side. ]
You're going to get nowhere trying to fight them off individually! Neither of us can.
[ Already, the devourers are beginning to prove his point, trying to rush his feet again in a group. He lets out a snarl of frustration at them that sounds far too bestial for his own comfort now that he can actually hear himself think, flinging three away at once with a sweep of his arm and coming away with another bleeding gash for the trouble. ]
I know this may sound counterproductive, but get out of that defensive position. Stretch your body out. Make it a more obvious target.
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You're going to get nowhere trying to fight them off individually! Neither of us can.
[ Already, the devourers are beginning to prove his point, trying to rush his feet again in a group. He lets out a snarl of frustration at them that sounds far too bestial for his own comfort now that he can actually hear himself think, flinging three away at once with a sweep of his arm and coming away with another bleeding gash for the trouble. ]
I know this may sound counterproductive, but get out of that defensive position. Stretch your body out. Make it a more obvious target.