[Syrlya's sudden reappearance is far too close for 9S to avoid. The practice blade slams solidly into his head, the impact forcing him back a step with a pained gasp. A split second of static makes his vision flicker.
His instinct is to jump back, put distance between them again, but 9S stands his ground.]
What won't you stay still?
[His hand flexes, his sword whipping back towards Syrlya's back.]
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His instinct is to jump back, put distance between them again, but 9S stands his ground.]
What won't you stay still?
[His hand flexes, his sword whipping back towards Syrlya's back.]