[The coppery tang of blood is so thick in the air he has to breathe through his mouth to muffle the scent. It doesn’t help. The pervasive feeling that the blood is working into him lingers. Just before the Zealot’s portal appears in the stairs behind them. Dellingr hisses and Diluc whirls around to face the yawning glimmer of Trench’s dusty streets.
He doesn’t think. Instincts kick in and he snags hold of Kaeya and pulls him down, out of the way of the reaching hands. He lets go and moves to the side, facing their enemy shoulder to shoulder.
They handle cases off and on together. The only habits and instincts are still there, loud and clear. Working with Kaeya is like breathing again.]
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He doesn’t think. Instincts kick in and he snags hold of Kaeya and pulls him down, out of the way of the reaching hands. He lets go and moves to the side, facing their enemy shoulder to shoulder.
They handle cases off and on together. The only habits and instincts are still there, loud and clear. Working with Kaeya is like breathing again.]