[They are much the same, recognizing the hum of a drifter's blade and the blaze of cyan striking true. Downing those who came for their lives over and over again. The preservation of a dying life for just one more day alive.
And the Guardian too cannot help but stare in surprise when the Drifter bursts into the clearing. They had stood before them as they were dying, silently listening to the Guardian's story of their family as they faded away. Yet here they are. Perhaps this is just another hallucination, a final battle cooked up by a dying brain as the Guardian slips into oblivion. The Scribblets are very...strange, but it was far kinder then anything Judgement has inflected the Guardian with.
But the minute one of the Scribblets attempt to sneak up on the Drifter, they level their weapon at the creature and fire. They could not wrestle with whether or not this was real while the Drifter was outnumbered. The Scribblets had stopped at binding the Guardian to the tree and likely would do the same to their fellow drifter. After that, who knows what the creatures would do.
The Guardian did not particularly want to find out.]
I'll cover you!
[Until they could work themself free from these strange bindings, it is all the Guardian can do.]
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And the Guardian too cannot help but stare in surprise when the Drifter bursts into the clearing. They had stood before them as they were dying, silently listening to the Guardian's story of their family as they faded away. Yet here they are. Perhaps this is just another hallucination, a final battle cooked up by a dying brain as the Guardian slips into oblivion. The Scribblets are very...strange, but it was far kinder then anything Judgement has inflected the Guardian with.
But the minute one of the Scribblets attempt to sneak up on the Drifter, they level their weapon at the creature and fire. They could not wrestle with whether or not this was real while the Drifter was outnumbered. The Scribblets had stopped at binding the Guardian to the tree and likely would do the same to their fellow drifter. After that, who knows what the creatures would do.
The Guardian did not particularly want to find out.]
I'll cover you!
[Until they could work themself free from these strange bindings, it is all the Guardian can do.]