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Should be able to get back to replies later tonight. Wrapped up with errands, then preparing to play some Pathfinder soon. 💚
“Only one other? Sounds almost like a secret art at that point, doesn't it?”
The tiefling's remark has certainly caught Axiom's attention.
“I've only managed to channel my more rudimentary abilities through the blade so far. +
+ The more complex, formulaic processes remain a learning curve, so learning to manage them amid a high-stakes encounter would be rather fruitful, to say the least.”
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The necrotic construct appears anything but bothered, more than happy to indulge in a good rambling session himself when the opportunity presents itself.
“Thankfully, holding a position with no superiors beyond my own values allows me to avoid such a dilemma.”
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“It certainly sounds quite nifty. My stance and posture when wielding it likely leave much to be desired. Most of what I know in that regard comes from observing wars and skirmishes from the sidelines, then doing my best to imitate what I've seen. +
“I barely qualify as a man in the genetic sense, but I understand what you mean.”
He nods, acknowledging both himself and her follow-up remarks.
“...Believe it or not, even this weapon wouldn't have properly split the skull of the entity it was forged to kill if an ally of +
I̵̢͚̤̜̻̠̭̟̟͛́̾̈́n̸̡̺͙̱̗̜̔͆͛̌̒̇͆̾͝t̴͕̑̊́̐́̓̾͘e̸̛̙̹̦̲̜̜̼̱͈̒̈̑́̿̌̀͘r̷͙̟͉̬͉͙̔̏͛̌̍̈́̊̈͜a̴̢͗c̸̮͗́͛̓͑̒̆͠t̶̨̲͖̒̀́̿̋̆͂̾̓͘i̴̥̲̟̜͒̍̄̌͋̆͛ó̷̠͐͝n̸̛̥̰͍̭͕͈̝̮͎̔̋̀ͅ ̵̢͖̟͇̼̯̗̯̯̈̊̆͂̔͘̚C̸͍̱͕̰̭̠̯̱͆̈́̔̅̔̐͜ạ̶̹͋́́̽̒l̷̡̠̻͔͓̤͚̼̲̊̊̇̈͆̿͝l̶̻͎͍̙̈́̐̅̎͘͘
〘@AngelLitehart〙
A faint shimmer of luminous code gathers nearby, weaving itself into the skeletal silhouette of an eight-foot construct. Axiom's artificial eyes settle upon the young girl, their glow softening as he inclines his skull in greeting.
“Greetings, young one.”
“Swing, thrust, overhead cleave, whatever the situation calls for, really.”
Axiom maintains his smirk, clearly aware of her true intent behind the question, though choosing to play coy.
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+ exoskeleton. The counterbalance is immediately apparent, leaving the blade feeling almost mundane in her grasp.
It raises an interesting question, just how physically dense was Axiom? Perhaps a matter for later. +
