i mean, the yelling does break mordred out of reverie. the knight pauses, as if only just now realizing that the armor is, you know, on fucking fire. they pull off their helmet, quickly—it opens up and becomes part of the shoulderpads, but they're stepping back and discarding the armor, quickly, sword abandoned just for the moment—
ah, not they. she. once the armor has been abandoned, it's apparent that this knight is, in reality, a young woman—or looks it, anyway. ]
Damn—
[ what's possibly more important is that she, this young woman, now has a shitton of second degree burns everywhere, ]
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i mean, the yelling does break mordred out of reverie. the knight pauses, as if only just now realizing that the armor is, you know, on fucking fire. they pull off their helmet, quickly—it opens up and becomes part of the shoulderpads, but they're stepping back and discarding the armor, quickly, sword abandoned just for the moment—
ah, not they. she. once the armor has been abandoned, it's apparent that this knight is, in reality, a young woman—or looks it, anyway. ]
Damn—
[ what's possibly more important is that she, this young woman, now has a shitton of second degree burns everywhere, ]