[Diluc’s eyes narrow and icy chains snap out of him with pointed blades at their ends. They whip smoothly and silently through the air to cut the beast off from his bleeding target. And without even pausing, Diluc creates a knife of ice and cuts his forearm open. In a series of quick slashes. Nothing that could hinder him. The pain is something he notes and accounts for as he makes his internal plans.
His blood trickles from the wounds as he moves back, shaking his arm slightly. Come take the bait. Darkness seems to gather, the icy cold of winter pauses, the chains slithering back.
His mind is an icy plain, bereft of all feeling because this is a time when a kill will likely happen.]
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His blood trickles from the wounds as he moves back, shaking his arm slightly. Come take the bait. Darkness seems to gather, the icy cold of winter pauses, the chains slithering back.
His mind is an icy plain, bereft of all feeling because this is a time when a kill will likely happen.]