[For the mods: I’m fine with any kind of level of injury short of death.
The smell, and that awful drone, whilst horrible, Astolfo could at least bear with. Upon seeing the siren, he draws his sword, that tangled mess calling for some hacking and slashing. He swims towards the creature to close the gap for their fight. He feels something of an unpleasant feeling, some kind of resistance in his mind, and tenses slightly. A feeling that echoes one felt before, it’s enough to bring him to an abrupt stop, fear creeping onto his face, sword still clutched in his hand.]
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The smell, and that awful drone, whilst horrible, Astolfo could at least bear with. Upon seeing the siren, he draws his sword, that tangled mess calling for some hacking and slashing. He swims towards the creature to close the gap for their fight. He feels something of an unpleasant feeling, some kind of resistance in his mind, and tenses slightly. A feeling that echoes one felt before, it’s enough to bring him to an abrupt stop, fear creeping onto his face, sword still clutched in his hand.]