[The second he feels the catch of his weapon that can only mean it's caught on flesh, Saix lets go of the chakram and only stays still long enough to finish the swing. He leaps back as well, chakram tearing through the chains on his coat. Another leap before he steadies himself. First his leg, and now his arm- still smoldering and viciously painful.]
[But it's worth it.]
[Saix grins, all violence and no mirth.]
Got you, scum.
[A little longer... He readies his claymore, relying on one hand for now. Soon, the pain won't mean anything.]
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[But it's worth it.]
[Saix grins, all violence and no mirth.]
Got you, scum.
[A little longer... He readies his claymore, relying on one hand for now. Soon, the pain won't mean anything.]