Sync’s own efforts to retreat are punctuated by another slash from his dagger. While the creature is thoroughly distracted by the more damaging slash of Hazel’s sword, he takes advantage of the momentary lapse in concentration.
No worries about him keeping up - well-timed wind artes make retreat easy. He isn’t even out of breath, though part of that is practice (a rhythm of breathing, in and out, measured, so that energy can be conserved).
His head tilts a fraction to the side as he processes her question, expression unreadable behind his mask. “For now.” His tone is flat, but it’s better than asking why she cares (or, barbed, why she thinks he wouldn’t be alright).
Sync doesn’t reciprocate; a quick glance assures him that Hazel isn’t going to fall over, and that’s enough. The angered cries of their pursuer, as lost in the maze for the moment as they are, echo from a distance. They have a bit of time before it catches up.
“What next?” It’s as much a question for her as it is himself. The attacks they had landed so far had some effect, but not enough to warrant eliminating the enemy quickly.
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No worries about him keeping up - well-timed wind artes make retreat easy. He isn’t even out of breath, though part of that is practice (a rhythm of breathing, in and out, measured, so that energy can be conserved).
His head tilts a fraction to the side as he processes her question, expression unreadable behind his mask. “For now.” His tone is flat, but it’s better than asking why she cares (or, barbed, why she thinks he wouldn’t be alright).
Sync doesn’t reciprocate; a quick glance assures him that Hazel isn’t going to fall over, and that’s enough. The angered cries of their pursuer, as lost in the maze for the moment as they are, echo from a distance. They have a bit of time before it catches up.
“What next?” It’s as much a question for her as it is himself. The attacks they had landed so far had some effect, but not enough to warrant eliminating the enemy quickly.