"...Indeed." His gaze flicks back to Harrow's face for a moment there, either noting the look on the death knight's face or thinking back to his own encounter with opportunistic villains.
All thoughts are swiftly abandoned at the sheer anticipation he feels when Harrowheart reaches back for the hilt. He can feel his heartbeat jump, the tingling of his palms, hairs at the back of his neck standing on end at the strange sigh of steel against leather. He almost fancies he can feel it- but that's nerves, surely? The last time he faced this blade - these blades - he barely managed to avoid disaster.
But he did, of course. He matched them. Won them over to his offer. How could he not feel a little victorious thrill at seeing them again?
It's a pretty confusing mix of feelings to experience as he looks into those burning eyes. He's focused on keeping his expression neutral, but he swallows a little as his eyes shift to the shimmer of a tormented soul down the center. That's not an illusion. He knows it on a gut level.
"...Very impressive." As broadswords go, anyway. Courteous but detached. Dry tone of voice. Don't wonder how it works or what it took to bind two blades into one. Don't wonder what effect the reforging had on its power, its personality. Don't dwell on the tiny electric jolt at Harrow's suggestion.
"I... I could." The hesitation in his voice only lasts a moment. With a frown, Felix seems to steel himself. "I don't think anyone wants to find out the 'hard way'. But I wouldn't get as... close this time. I want to be quick. Safer."
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Date: 2017-06-27 10:11 pm (UTC)All thoughts are swiftly abandoned at the sheer anticipation he feels when Harrowheart reaches back for the hilt. He can feel his heartbeat jump, the tingling of his palms, hairs at the back of his neck standing on end at the strange sigh of steel against leather. He almost fancies he can feel it- but that's nerves, surely? The last time he faced this blade - these blades - he barely managed to avoid disaster.
But he did, of course. He matched them. Won them over to his offer. How could he not feel a little victorious thrill at seeing them again?
It's a pretty confusing mix of feelings to experience as he looks into those burning eyes. He's focused on keeping his expression neutral, but he swallows a little as his eyes shift to the shimmer of a tormented soul down the center. That's not an illusion. He knows it on a gut level.
"...Very impressive." As broadswords go, anyway. Courteous but detached. Dry tone of voice. Don't wonder how it works or what it took to bind two blades into one. Don't wonder what effect the reforging had on its power, its personality. Don't dwell on the tiny electric jolt at Harrow's suggestion.
"I... I could." The hesitation in his voice only lasts a moment. With a frown, Felix seems to steel himself. "I don't think anyone wants to find out the 'hard way'. But I wouldn't get as... close this time. I want to be quick. Safer."