Swords are only as predictable as the ones who wield them.
[Yuber steps back and vanishes in the lengthening shadows.
A heartbeat later he's immediately behind Nash and swinging downward with the Runeblade. Whether Nash dodges or not, the blade will not hit him. Yuber drives the sword tip first into the earth and leans upon the pommel stone, his features arching into a reptilian grin beneath his visor.
He wants to pull the weapon from the dirt and attack so badly his body aches...
But if he is to honor the pact he'd made with Geddoe and the little Silverberg he has to keep himself under control. He can only fight the Fire Bringer and their friends if they strike first... Yuber sees no problem with goading them until this happens.]
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[Yuber steps back and vanishes in the lengthening shadows.
A heartbeat later he's immediately behind Nash and swinging downward with the Runeblade. Whether Nash dodges or not, the blade will not hit him. Yuber drives the sword tip first into the earth and leans upon the pommel stone, his features arching into a reptilian grin beneath his visor.
He wants to pull the weapon from the dirt and attack so badly his body aches...
But if he is to honor the pact he'd made with Geddoe and the little Silverberg he has to keep himself under control. He can only fight the Fire Bringer and their friends if they strike first... Yuber sees no problem with goading them until this happens.]