Don't know if it can work with my arm, but if I simulated E.G.O... that might do it.
[it'd compensate for the arm's nerfing, at least, since it's not like this thing can exactly simulate returning a body part of his to its usual condition.]
[ it feels right to establish something of a baseline, for the time-being. diluc conjures up the bridge in front of mondstadt, smooth cobblestone and blue-silver banners.
his weapon of choice returns to his hands, a greatsword. ]
[ a quiet smile flits to diluc's face. that's quite the interesting weapon, and he always relishes a challenge. ]
On your guard then, Gregor.
[ he charges him—not as quickly as he might at full power, but he is still fairly light on his feet. the weight of his claymore is probably modulated to his present strength, so he swings it as he normally might—without much effort.
anyway handwaves sparring on a saturday evening wooweewoowee ]
[he meets it with a swing of that segmented arm, readied for diluc's approach-
but the dice dictate this is truly diluc's alpha week, so while it's clear gregor knows what he's doing in a fight, the state of his actual arm leaves him disadvantaged, especially in the face of diluc's eagerness for Combat. by the end of it, he's left holding up his hand in a gesture of surrender, stopping to catch his breath as he dismisses the simulated e.g.o.]
Phew-- okay, okay-! Mercy, Diluc, I don't think I can keep handling those swings of yours.
gregor is not an easy opponent by any means, and diluc does not have his usual boundless stamina either. so by the end of the match he shows sign of wearing down as well, though his eyes very much are alight after their spar. ]
You fought well.
[ the simulation fades again, the uncolored walls of the room coming back into focus.
...since he can't shake gregor's right hand, he holds out his fist instead. fistbump? (pretends this is something he picked up from a movie he watched with margaret.) ]
[good, he thinks. that light in his eyes is exactly the point of all this-- they've all gotta keep their spirits up somehow in a shitty situation like this. even if it's through kicking each other's asses a little...
well, he's used to that with some of the other sinners being the way they are.
gregor lifts his hand to fistbump diluc, grinning.]
You're not bad yourself, pal. I wouldn't have guessed your weapon of choice was about your size.
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The simulation may be able to mimic it, to a certain extent.
[ iirc mods said it could simulate spells?? ]
Do you have a preferred terrain?
[ final destination, one item, etc. ]
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[it'd compensate for the arm's nerfing, at least, since it's not like this thing can exactly simulate returning a body part of his to its usual condition.]
Pick what you want. I'm used to different ground.
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[ it feels right to establish something of a baseline, for the time-being. diluc conjures up the bridge in front of mondstadt, smooth cobblestone and blue-silver banners.
his weapon of choice returns to his hands, a greatsword. ]
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[if the simulation can handle magic like others have said, then it ought to be able to recreate...
this. gregor moves his arm to test the simulated extension, watching a thread of electricity crackle along it.]
Your move, pal.
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On your guard then, Gregor.
[ he charges him—not as quickly as he might at full power, but he is still fairly light on his feet. the weight of his claymore is probably modulated to his present strength, so he swings it as he normally might—without much effort.
anyway handwaves sparring on a saturday evening wooweewoowee ]
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but the dice dictate this is truly diluc's alpha week, so while it's clear gregor knows what he's doing in a fight, the state of his actual arm leaves him disadvantaged, especially in the face of diluc's eagerness for Combat. by the end of it, he's left holding up his hand in a gesture of surrender, stopping to catch his breath as he dismisses the simulated e.g.o.]
Phew-- okay, okay-! Mercy, Diluc, I don't think I can keep handling those swings of yours.
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gregor is not an easy opponent by any means, and diluc does not have his usual boundless stamina either. so by the end of the match he shows sign of wearing down as well, though his eyes very much are alight after their spar. ]
You fought well.
[ the simulation fades again, the uncolored walls of the room coming back into focus.
...since he can't shake gregor's right hand, he holds out his fist instead. fistbump? (pretends this is something he picked up from a movie he watched with margaret.) ]
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well, he's used to that with some of the other sinners being the way they are.
gregor lifts his hand to fistbump diluc, grinning.]
You're not bad yourself, pal. I wouldn't have guessed your weapon of choice was about your size.
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Speak for yourself. Yours are quite unique.
I'll choose something else, next time.
[ oh gregor we're really in it now... ]
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[WE'RE TRULY IN IT NOW BRO.]
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[ which would be interesting against a bug arm, but that does not deter diluc. ]
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[it can't like, impale him, so it's fine.]
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Next time, then. Shall we head back?
[ he'll clean up before bunking though, of course. ]