[Polnareff had looked better, that was for sure. Dark circles lined his eyes and sweat shone bright on his skin; he held himself rigidly, muscles still tensed to fight. He turned jerkily as he faced Kakyoin. Chariot sat just beneath Polnareff's skin, giving him the appearance of wearing armor; his right hand was still wrapped tight around his rapier.
Some of the targets were destroyed. There were scores along the walls around them, the result of poor aim and too much adrenaline. But Polnareff didn't seem ready to fight-- no, as Kakyoin appeared, he sighed, the tension leaving him.]
Hi.
[His sword disappeared, though the armor remained.]
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Some of the targets were destroyed. There were scores along the walls around them, the result of poor aim and too much adrenaline. But Polnareff didn't seem ready to fight-- no, as Kakyoin appeared, he sighed, the tension leaving him.]
Hi.
[His sword disappeared, though the armor remained.]