[ The one thing that Bertolt couldn't account for in all of his training: daemons. Or, more specifically in the case, Finley. She has something important to protect. Herself. Kotetsu. At that decisive moment, she lunches to sink her claws into Idi, biting at her throat.
The two of them have learned to work together. It's the trust in himself and the trust he has from others that helps bring her into action. Confident, despite the odds and despite the horrible and grotesque situation.
When the trident makes contact, his spear connects with Bertolt's chest and he grabs onto the tri-headed weapon, holding it secure in his stomach. He leans forward to whisper so only Bertolt can hear. ]
I'm sorry. I promise I'll make this right.
[ And his grip tightens as he pushes just a bit more. ]
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The two of them have learned to work together. It's the trust in himself and the trust he has from others that helps bring her into action. Confident, despite the odds and despite the horrible and grotesque situation.
When the trident makes contact, his spear connects with Bertolt's chest and he grabs onto the tri-headed weapon, holding it secure in his stomach. He leans forward to whisper so only Bertolt can hear. ]
I'm sorry. I promise I'll make this right.
[ And his grip tightens as he pushes just a bit more. ]