[ it takes a few seconds for him to calm, the earth under him still rumbling a little, but as he does, so does the ground. the chasm stays there, but he eyes it warily, as if he's uncertain how it formed. then, as angela insists he come at her, he puts on a determined face and grasps his sword with both hands. to his surprise, it's not very heavy. he's a lot bigger than he should be, for some reason, but figuring it's some kind of weird magic thing, he huffs and then rushes forward, nearly tripping on his feet as he does. ]
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