[ Rather than the light patter of footsteps, it's the sound of... explosions that grabs his attention. He whirls around to see one of the bombs burst against the Reaper, forcing it to stagger but only stalling its chase, not halting it altogether.
Instinctively, his hand clenches into a fist, tightening as though to grip a weapon that isn't there. He'd grind his teeth in frustration if he weren't shouting in response. ]
Aspen!
[ Unfortunately, he will accept this name without complaint. He's Didi now. His hand snaps to his waist, drawing a sword that isn't fit for extended combat—plain and forged with nothing but plain steel, doomed to degrade without an inhabiting soul.
All the same, he very nearly charges in close the gap... until Aspen tells him not to? Maybe he has some sort of plan. He reacts on a dime, and Dimitri's foot literally skids to a stop, though the Reaper drifts in his direction and he prepares to slash at it anyway. ]
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Instinctively, his hand clenches into a fist, tightening as though to grip a weapon that isn't there. He'd grind his teeth in frustration if he weren't shouting in response. ]
Aspen!
[ Unfortunately, he will accept this name without complaint. He's Didi now. His hand snaps to his waist, drawing a sword that isn't fit for extended combat—plain and forged with nothing but plain steel, doomed to degrade without an inhabiting soul.
All the same, he very nearly charges in close the gap... until Aspen tells him not to? Maybe he has some sort of plan. He reacts on a dime, and Dimitri's foot literally skids to a stop, though the Reaper drifts in his direction and he prepares to slash at it anyway. ]