[The dremnin's growls echoed down the ramparts, mingling with Jun's encouraging cries. Finn's own hand flew to his sword, willing it to work this time -- now that it really counted. Now that it wasn't just his own life on the line.
Aleksander's words cut through the rapidly approaching chaos, more for the confusion they cause than anything. Finn's grip on his sword flags a little, gaze darting his direction.]
Huh? [Remembering himself, Finn regroups his stance.] Why's that matter?
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Aleksander's words cut through the rapidly approaching chaos, more for the confusion they cause than anything. Finn's grip on his sword flags a little, gaze darting his direction.]
Huh? [Remembering himself, Finn regroups his stance.] Why's that matter?