Well, we probably don't want to run, running tends to make things consider chasing you...
[His words are rapid, breathless-sounding; there's fear coursing through his system but there's adrenaline too, and even as he's saying that running is a terrible idea he sort of wants to do it anyway? At least until the creature closest to them decides that it doesn't like how they're not leaving and starts to come closer.
And that's when the broadsword comes out; the motion of drawing it is awkward and he shifts to holding it up with both hands as opposed to one like he remembers in his memories (he'd made it look so easy back then, how on earth) but even so, he manages to hold it steady in front of him, aiming the sharp edge of the blade perpendicular to the ground like he's planning on...I don't know, politely asking the damn thing for a duel.]
Stay back! Don't come any closer, you beast!
[...Or yelling at it. Yelling at it works too, I guess?
...
Weirdly enough, yelling at it works. At least in the confidence department. He shifts his grip a little on the sword before just- ]
I am Alexander Cumore, a prosecutor from the Recollé District Attorney's Office! As such, I'm going to have to ask you to - please move!
[THAT PRESUMABLY SOUNDED BETTER IN HIS HEAD - ]
...S-Stand down!
[...okay that's better, good hustle on amending it to something that sounds slightly less dumb
i mean it still sounds dumb but it's slightly less dumb
but for what it's worth the giant fuckoff blade seems to be getting this thing to keep its distance for now, it's still pacing like its pissed but the sword is doing something
jury's still out on whether the yelling is doing anything]
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[His words are rapid, breathless-sounding; there's fear coursing through his system but there's adrenaline too, and even as he's saying that running is a terrible idea he sort of wants to do it anyway? At least until the creature closest to them decides that it doesn't like how they're not leaving and starts to come closer.
And that's when the broadsword comes out; the motion of drawing it is awkward and he shifts to holding it up with both hands as opposed to one like he remembers in his memories (he'd made it look so easy back then, how on earth) but even so, he manages to hold it steady in front of him, aiming the sharp edge of the blade perpendicular to the ground like he's planning on...I don't know, politely asking the damn thing for a duel.]
Stay back! Don't come any closer, you beast!
[...Or yelling at it. Yelling at it works too, I guess?
...
Weirdly enough, yelling at it works. At least in the confidence department. He shifts his grip a little on the sword before just- ]
I am Alexander Cumore, a prosecutor from the Recollé District Attorney's Office! As such, I'm going to have to ask you to - please move!
[THAT PRESUMABLY SOUNDED BETTER IN HIS HEAD - ]
...S-Stand down!
[...okay that's better, good hustle on amending it to something that sounds slightly less dumb
i mean it still sounds dumb but it's slightly less dumb
but for what it's worth the giant fuckoff blade seems to be getting this thing to keep its distance for now, it's still pacing like its pissed but the sword is doing something
jury's still out on whether the yelling is doing anything]