[ dextera himself is not a particularly stealthy person. once he decides to move, he’ll be noticed without a doubt, so he has to make his one and only advantage count. as soon as amos seems to linger in one direction, dextera lashes out from behind.
truthfully, he doesn’t want to hurt amos. at least, not with his first blow, not if he can simply keep the man from moving on him. instead, his blade is still strapped around his shoulder, laid against his back where he most comfortably keeps it, and he aims his open palm between amos’ shoulder blades with the white-hot light of purification improving the power behind it. ]
—!
[ knock amos breathless, knock him down, steal his sand. dextera just has to hope he can do it. ]
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truthfully, he doesn’t want to hurt amos. at least, not with his first blow, not if he can simply keep the man from moving on him. instead, his blade is still strapped around his shoulder, laid against his back where he most comfortably keeps it, and he aims his open palm between amos’ shoulder blades with the white-hot light of purification improving the power behind it. ]
—!
[ knock amos breathless, knock him down, steal his sand. dextera just has to hope he can do it. ]