[ Cain's sword comes from its sheath with a soft whisper of sound, glinting in the sunlight as he hefts it. His grip on it is sure, and the well-worn but still meticulously polished blade shows the reflection of his smile, cock-sure and even a little eager. This is something he's used to, an echo of his life before The Storm, and even though he doesn't wish the creatures any more harm than necessary, he still is glad for the nostalgic rush of familiarity thrumming through him at the sight of the serpent rising from the river, water cascading down its massive form.
The serpent towers above them, almost beautiful with the way the sunlight hits its gleaming scales — and Cain laughs, soft and beneath his breath, but still audible to Isabela who's standing so near him.
He shakes his head to rid himself of that nostalgic feeling; there's no place for it in battle, and a battle this is clearly going to be! ]
I'll buy a round once we make it out of this. [ If, not when. Cain refuses to think that they won't make it. ] Just make sure you're still in one piece to drink it!
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The serpent towers above them, almost beautiful with the way the sunlight hits its gleaming scales — and Cain laughs, soft and beneath his breath, but still audible to Isabela who's standing so near him.
He shakes his head to rid himself of that nostalgic feeling; there's no place for it in battle, and a battle this is clearly going to be! ]
I'll buy a round once we make it out of this. [ If, not when. Cain refuses to think that they won't make it. ] Just make sure you're still in one piece to drink it!