[There's no bite of metal into flesh and the near miss staggers him for a moment. Unexpected, unwelcome, but only a temporary setback; Cayde plats his feet, gathering himself and regaining his balance before turning sharply to reorientate and pinpoint his target yet again.
Yelling. His name.
It's always the same, it will be the same with the next encounter, again and again until he finally reaches the crypt. Until then, he has to fight. Has to.
Another name. It should stir something. But a machine has no need of association and a machine cannot show weakness.
There's no recognition in his expression as he takes another swipe, coming in low and quick to try to end things so he can return to his pilgrimage.]
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Yelling. His name.
It's always the same, it will be the same with the next encounter, again and again until he finally reaches the crypt. Until then, he has to fight. Has to.
Another name. It should stir something. But a machine has no need of association and a machine cannot show weakness.
There's no recognition in his expression as he takes another swipe, coming in low and quick to try to end things so he can return to his pilgrimage.]