[The answer is a strike. Diluc abruptly closes the distance and moves to shoulder check him. His eyes are an inferno. He opens his mouth, fangs glinting and his voice is rough. In a way, sometimes he is more draconic than Kaeya.] I won’t break you, worthy successor of the 11th seat.
Because you can handle my rage. [His body turns to shadow and flame. He reappears in a storm of fire five feet away. He lifts his hand to pop his neck and drops all internal chains. The man that stands with flames circling him is taller, lean and fit, with tapered ears and fangs. He holds the claymore with one hand. The flames wrap around the blade and the black blade glows with heat.
Then he charges. This is his full speed and power, a fire storm that once was human but crossed into the supernatural. He is the flame in the darkness that longs for the Dawn.
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Because you can handle my rage. [His body turns to shadow and flame. He reappears in a storm of fire five feet away. He lifts his hand to pop his neck and drops all internal chains. The man that stands with flames circling him is taller, lean and fit, with tapered ears and fangs. He holds the claymore with one hand. The flames wrap around the blade and the black blade glows with heat.
Then he charges. This is his full speed and power, a fire storm that once was human but crossed into the supernatural. He is the flame in the darkness that longs for the Dawn.
A Dawn he can no longer have.]