[There's a cool reassurance to the other man's words that settles something in him, the slight ruffle of his feathers smoothing back in the wake of them. Just a dream, one they can presumably wake up from, and so he seeks to focus himself down around the task at hand--
--only to find that the other man is already moving. His movements come on fast and strong, take Julian almost by surprise, drag a sound from him that's soft, a little startled. He obeys though - move, dodge, avoid - reflexes lightening-strike swift and entirely unexpected.
The fluidity with which he evades the attack is more startling to him than the attack itself, body whirling back and out of the path of oncoming violence. It's in him, he thinks, in this body. An addition to match his sharpened sight, the fierceness of teeth and talons.
He spins swiftly, means to come up behind the Witch, lashes out with clawed hands, fast as thinking.]
Oh! I...I'm sorry...
[An apology that stands at odds with the instinctive defence he'd presented.]
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--only to find that the other man is already moving. His movements come on fast and strong, take Julian almost by surprise, drag a sound from him that's soft, a little startled. He obeys though - move, dodge, avoid - reflexes lightening-strike swift and entirely unexpected.
The fluidity with which he evades the attack is more startling to him than the attack itself, body whirling back and out of the path of oncoming violence. It's in him, he thinks, in this body. An addition to match his sharpened sight, the fierceness of teeth and talons.
He spins swiftly, means to come up behind the Witch, lashes out with clawed hands, fast as thinking.]
Oh! I...I'm sorry...
[An apology that stands at odds with the instinctive defence he'd presented.]