( They are certainly far more fierce than the Fallen Angels they resemble, far more trouble than those things would be. It's galling, really, that they should be causing this much trouble to the two of them. Fluid, experienced strikes attempt and fail to find a weak point in the armour, and Steak quickly returns to trying to slice at the fleshy parts. At tentacles and eyes, carving a gash down one of them and dodging another. )
Tchβ (That was his side, damned tentacle demon. ) All right. ( It's a challenge. Steak likes a challenge, and so his swordplay intensifies, slicing the air until a shockwave cuts through the whole group and he jumps back, trying to drag them further away from their scout. )
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Tchβ ( That was his side, damned tentacle demon. ) All right. ( It's a challenge. Steak likes a challenge, and so his swordplay intensifies, slicing the air until a shockwave cuts through the whole group and he jumps back, trying to drag them further away from their scout. )