[ Though Clarisse does have a tiny spark of concern light itself in the back of her mind, a brief acknowledgement that her powers have been unreliable since coming here. In some cases, completely gone.
Too late to back out now. She waits until Gwen is in position, and then she speaks. It's a language Gwenaëlle doesn't know, one she's never heard before. A phrase maybe four seconds long, five at most, and then—
The sword feels too heavy, all at once, like the blade is lead rather than steel. The grip is all wrong. And then even more, until the weight of it strains Gwen's fingers and wrists and the thought of simply lifting it to use against another person feels as impossible as holding up a mountain. ]
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[ Though Clarisse does have a tiny spark of concern light itself in the back of her mind, a brief acknowledgement that her powers have been unreliable since coming here. In some cases, completely gone.
Too late to back out now. She waits until Gwen is in position, and then she speaks. It's a language Gwenaëlle doesn't know, one she's never heard before. A phrase maybe four seconds long, five at most, and then—
The sword feels too heavy, all at once, like the blade is lead rather than steel. The grip is all wrong. And then even more, until the weight of it strains Gwen's fingers and wrists and the thought of simply lifting it to use against another person feels as impossible as holding up a mountain. ]