[ There are enough gamer protags out there. Let Dokja read in peace.
His gaze follows Eustace's to the guards, and he silently agrees. This would be quite a different picture if Dokja had his abilities with him, but he's somehow been nerfed to hell and back. The only evidence he has that he was once someone who could hold his own in battle are the permanently crisscrossed marks across his hands.
Since the rest of his body is meh. ]
Whips...?
[ No, his mind does not go there. Instead, his eyes slide over to the whips in the hands of the soldiers, and his brows furrow in concern before an incredulous laugh escapes him. ]
And people call me reckless.
[ He turns to Eustace with a frown, laughter instantly gone. What sort of ideas are germinating in that head of his... ]
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His gaze follows Eustace's to the guards, and he silently agrees. This would be quite a different picture if Dokja had his abilities with him, but he's somehow been nerfed to hell and back. The only evidence he has that he was once someone who could hold his own in battle are the permanently crisscrossed marks across his hands.
Since the rest of his body is meh. ]
Whips...?
[ No, his mind does not go there. Instead, his eyes slide over to the whips in the hands of the soldiers, and his brows furrow in concern before an incredulous laugh escapes him. ]
And people call me reckless.
[ He turns to Eustace with a frown, laughter instantly gone. What sort of ideas are germinating in that head of his... ]
You're not actually thinking about that, are you?