"A fair exchange," he said, a little flatly, and started to dance back to get away from the leg swipe, but wasn't quick enough--so down he went, and he rolled with the impact, to try and minimize the amount of damage it did to his back or his shoulders; away from Vit and towards his weapon, with the hope of grabbing it and using it to leverage himself back up.
Not ideal, of course, since he was still on the ground either way, and Idrialite hated being at a disadvantage like this. It reminded him too much of Cinnabar, looming over him, ready to shove a hand in his chest and make a toy soldier of him.
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