[ Someone approaching him with a metal arm to fight with wasn't what Erik was expecting, but he's not going to dismiss an advantage, even if his opponent might not be aware of just the kind of power he has over it.
He can recognise the fire in her eyes, the determination to be strong, to prove oneself, the fire of a good fight and the victories that come hand in hand with it, because he's been there. He's made people bleed in his quest for vengeance, killed and taken lives, had been prepared to murder thousands of men for the simple fact that they had turned their weapons on him; one metal arm doesn't terrify him even a little.
Stepping forward, he flexes a little, stretching his arms before he shakes his head. ]
Keep it on.
[ It'll help him, but he won't tell her that just yet. It's a game to him right now. ]
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He can recognise the fire in her eyes, the determination to be strong, to prove oneself, the fire of a good fight and the victories that come hand in hand with it, because he's been there. He's made people bleed in his quest for vengeance, killed and taken lives, had been prepared to murder thousands of men for the simple fact that they had turned their weapons on him; one metal arm doesn't terrify him even a little.
Stepping forward, he flexes a little, stretching his arms before he shakes his head. ]
Keep it on.
[ It'll help him, but he won't tell her that just yet. It's a game to him right now. ]
On your mark.