Rep looked entirely nonplussed at Dakota's retort. "I didn't need to think about either of those ******** things. Psychological ******** warfare in a fight's practically cheating." It was frustrating, constantly being wound up and wound up by the moon hunter but unable to land the satisfying smack he wanted to, always too slippery to get a full on cleave onto.
He was still desperately seeking for an opening in his defence when Dakota moved in and used Chama for a surprisingly ******** brutal attack, one that left him reeling and made Tracey uncharacteristically snap in his head.
Rep almost hesitated, the last time he'd used his charge he had completely obliterated himself in the shadow run. But with a grim sort of resignation he reminded himself he was a sun. Self destruction was part of the ******** game plan - he couldn't be scared of his weapon, he had to ******** conquer it.
"Not.. not ******** bad. But like, you want a sun hit? Awright." he bluffed as he hefted the massive blade up in his arms. The runes, already glowing vividly let out an almost static-sounding crackle. "Then here's a ******** sun hit."
And in a swing that was much faster than should have been humanly possible with such a large slab of metal, he charged forward and brought Tracey around in a graceful sweeping cleave, runes trailing like blood onto the air in the wake of the blade. The movement was tough, it hurt - hurt a whole ******** lot and his muscles took the brunt of pushing his body as far as it demanded.
But for once it connected with a satisfying thunk of steel on shield, momentum keeping him going until the axe found itself embedded to a stop in the ground. Rep leaned on it, temporarily out of commission, panting as his body cashed all the cheques he'd written at once. Still, he couldn't help but grin weakly. He wasn't afraid of it any longer.
HP: 4/50 (16 backlash)
DMG: 29
Charge: 0/3 1/2 - Y3 Gambler's Chance
