[ His helm turns towards her, likely assessing her for injury, and then he crouches slightly, setting her back upon the deck. As for her thanks, he says nothing-- they are still in the midst of battle. As her allies rally and the froghemoth gurgles in its last efforts against the team, Somnus straightens.
Without a word, the phantom armory awakens to spin around him. He selects a halberd this time, decorated with a similar motif as the blade from before, but doesn't change his stance to throw, as if he means to use it only if necessary.
There is disappointment carried within the tone of his words, likely from how it yet stands. ]
Finish it. [ A pause, and then he adds: ] Without lightening. Then, we shall talk.
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Without a word, the phantom armory awakens to spin around him. He selects a halberd this time, decorated with a similar motif as the blade from before, but doesn't change his stance to throw, as if he means to use it only if necessary.
There is disappointment carried within the tone of his words, likely from how it yet stands. ]
Finish it. [ A pause, and then he adds: ] Without lightening. Then, we shall talk.