[His toes grind a little harder into the ground beneath them as Mamoru twists just a little at his waist. A soft metal sound precedes the silvery silence of a blade being unhooked at the back of his hip, and then lobbed carefully through the air for Siegfried to catch. He had broken his own bayonet, after all - shitty manufacturing and no artistry for the sake of massification, like everything in this war, and he is not surprised.]
Good. [He grits out,
and if it's an appreciation that Siegfried is "fine" - whatever fine means after being shot at without much of a fuss - or a reply about his own state, there's not much time to deliberate on.
Because Mamoru is swiping at Siegfried the moment his fingers touch his spare blade, high and wide but gaining momentum; a lethal helmet splitter if he doesn't stop him.]
i love the smell of teel in the morning. Also, I am so gomen.
Good. [He grits out,
and if it's an appreciation that Siegfried is "fine" - whatever fine means after being shot at without much of a fuss - or a reply about his own state, there's not much time to deliberate on.
Because Mamoru is swiping at Siegfried the moment his fingers touch his spare blade, high and wide but gaining momentum; a lethal helmet splitter if he doesn't stop him.]