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Illustration for my Final Fantasy Tactics fic drawn by DA member, Arisa777-o-w-o. The dueling pair are Izlude Tingel and Malak Galthana.

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Malak fought not only with great speed and deadly skill, but also with a poise and grace more evocative of dancing than combat. Meant to daunt and distract the opponent, and Izlude was willing to bet it was quite effective at both, it did carry the risk that, in a drawn-out engagement, it would tire the user if they failed to kill the enemy fairly soon.
Izlude's best chance was to make sure time was his ally, rather than Malak's. But, as he was pointedly reminded when the netherseer's scimitar whispered past his leg and drew blood, this was easier said than done.
When they locked swords, Malak leaned closer to stare Izlude in the eye. His hazel orbs afire with deadly intent as he lowered his voice and snarled.
"Were you indeed Sir Damien, you would not have lasted five seconds against me!" he said, once more sounding vindicated rather than distressed. "Not only that, you are also intimately familiar with my fighting style! Only two men have witnessed it and lived to remember!"

Description
Illustration for my Final Fantasy Tactics fic drawn by DA member, Arisa777-o-w-o. The dueling pair are Izlude Tingel and Malak Galthana.

archiveofourown.org/works/7907…

www.fanfiction.net/s/11189299/…
Malak fought not only with great speed and deadly skill, but also with a poise and grace more evocative of dancing than combat. Meant to daunt and distract the opponent, and Izlude was willing to bet it was quite effective at both, it did carry the risk that, in a drawn-out engagement, it would tire the user if they failed to kill the enemy fairly soon.
Izlude's best chance was to make sure time was his ally, rather than Malak's. But, as he was pointedly reminded when the netherseer's scimitar whispered past his leg and drew blood, this was easier said than done.
When they locked swords, Malak leaned closer to stare Izlude in the eye. His hazel orbs afire with deadly intent as he lowered his voice and snarled.
"Were you indeed Sir Damien, you would not have lasted five seconds against me!" he said, once more sounding vindicated rather than distressed. "Not only that, you are also intimately familiar with my fighting style! Only two men have witnessed it and lived to remember!"