[Don't forget about those... sparring abilities. Not every man knows how to duel-wield.
His sword is pretty big, too.
Len makes a noise in his throat when he's manhandled into a fireman carry, significantly less romantic than being carried like the world's worst Disney princess, but it's better than walking.
Or is it?
The initial speed surge is enough to send his stomach into his throat, but the split-second of pure adrenaline was worth it. That flare of purple energy, bright enough to sear neon streaks into his eyes, was beautiful.
Some things never get old.]
Mmmm.
[Is his response to Kabal's demand. No vomit, but he's more than a little dizzy. So he doesn't move right away. Breathing slowly, still, until he's ready to move. Which could take a while, given the blood loss on top of the vertigo.]
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[Don't forget about those... sparring abilities. Not every man knows how to duel-wield.
His sword is pretty big, too.
Len makes a noise in his throat when he's manhandled into a fireman carry, significantly less romantic than being carried like the world's worst Disney princess, but it's better than walking.
Or is it?
The initial speed surge is enough to send his stomach into his throat, but the split-second of pure adrenaline was worth it. That flare of purple energy, bright enough to sear neon streaks into his eyes, was beautiful.
Some things never get old.]
Mmmm.
[Is his response to Kabal's demand. No vomit, but he's more than a little dizzy. So he doesn't move right away. Breathing slowly, still, until he's ready to move. Which could take a while, given the blood loss on top of the vertigo.]
Bed.