[The smell of ozone and water mixing with the abyss. It is a scent he thought he would never breathe in again. It’s all too easy to press down against that hand. To fall into the familiar.
Here he can rage forever. He breaks away as the party occurs. And lashes out with a slash of fire. The pole arm is met with his sword.
A low rumbling growl rolls through the air. Despite that his voice is a more resonant version of his usual tone.] There was only one man who smelled like this.
Fought like this.
[It is like coming home. He twists and the fire obeys him. A wave of heat washes out of him like a desert wind. And the pressure of the heat builds as he rains blows. Tartaglia.
He knows humans can return in new lifetimes. But he can’t dare…hope for that. But this is the closest he has to the man he knew all those years ago. And it is too easy to fall into old rhythms.]
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Here he can rage forever. He breaks away as the party occurs. And lashes out with a slash of fire. The pole arm is met with his sword.
A low rumbling growl rolls through the air. Despite that his voice is a more resonant version of his usual tone.] There was only one man who smelled like this.
Fought like this.
[It is like coming home. He twists and the fire obeys him. A wave of heat washes out of him like a desert wind. And the pressure of the heat builds as he rains blows. Tartaglia.
He knows humans can return in new lifetimes. But he can’t dare…hope for that. But this is the closest he has to the man he knew all those years ago. And it is too easy to fall into old rhythms.]