'Tis a funny way to speak of a man that settles so comfortably in your mirror.
[ because you're both cockroaches; this has been going for hours and Gilgamesh's ass was starting to get numb and now he's been pulled into an arena when he's not really practiced against actual opponents
furniture and monsters are one thing, but Dante and Vergil know what they're doing and Gilgamesh has memories but not practice because he is an idiot and he assumes raw power will carry him.
it does, for a moment--the swords come striking towards him and he moves, quicksilver, batting the third in the set away as he sends a pair of his own sword(le)s towards Dante
and maybe his aim is off because he's not used to blood, to noise, to the bullets in his shoulder, but he misses handily and his chains are nowhere to be seen in the moment as he curses in a language that is not English and might be a combination of several dialects, ancient and otherwise, because that hurts and mobility is overrated in favor of not being able to be hit by things, fuck ]
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[ because you're both cockroaches; this has been going for hours and Gilgamesh's ass was starting to get numb and now he's been pulled into an arena when he's not really practiced against actual opponents
furniture and monsters are one thing, but Dante and Vergil know what they're doing and Gilgamesh has memories but not practice because he is an idiot and he assumes raw power will carry him.
it does, for a moment--the swords come striking towards him and he moves, quicksilver, batting the third in the set away as he sends a pair of his own sword(le)s towards Dante
and maybe his aim is off because he's not used to blood, to noise, to the bullets in his shoulder, but he misses handily and his chains are nowhere to be seen in the moment as he curses in a language that is not English and might be a combination of several dialects, ancient and otherwise, because that hurts and mobility is overrated in favor of not being able to be hit by things, fuck ]