[This is not Arvel Severine. It is something born of the greatest depths of despair and horror. Whatever resemblance this now had...
Sinclair tightens his grip on his weapon, feeling the vines of it wrap around him. The designation wasn't the highest bur it was still dangerous. Sinclair grits his teeth as he swings his glaive, looking for an opening within.]
... I'm sorry.
[He tells the abnormality. Ryoshu parries the blow easily and Sinclair lunges forward, leaves and flowers scattering with the swing of his glaive]
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Sinclair tightens his grip on his weapon, feeling the vines of it wrap around him. The designation wasn't the highest bur it was still dangerous. Sinclair grits his teeth as he swings his glaive, looking for an opening within.]
... I'm sorry.
[He tells the abnormality. Ryoshu parries the blow easily and Sinclair lunges forward, leaves and flowers scattering with the swing of his glaive]