[ He's still worried, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that as skeletons are fast approaching. Alear would rather deal with that first, so he relinquishes his hold on Byleth and repositions himself at his back with his sword drawn.
The skeletons rush in a chaotic swarm without any sense of order, which does make it easy to cut through them, his sword cracking through brittle, long-deceased bones and/or snow. Most of the skeletons crumble as soon as their legs or torsos are compromised, but that doesn't stop their jaws and remaining teeth from snapping at his shoes until he stomps on them to stop.
What he does eventually notice as they eagerly try to scratch at him is that they are not aiming to claw at his flesh but instead keep grabbing his clothes. ]
...You don't think they just want to cover up, do you? What if they're just cold?
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[ He's still worried, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that as skeletons are fast approaching. Alear would rather deal with that first, so he relinquishes his hold on Byleth and repositions himself at his back with his sword drawn.
The skeletons rush in a chaotic swarm without any sense of order, which does make it easy to cut through them, his sword cracking through brittle, long-deceased bones and/or snow. Most of the skeletons crumble as soon as their legs or torsos are compromised, but that doesn't stop their jaws and remaining teeth from snapping at his shoes until he stomps on them to stop.
What he does eventually notice as they eagerly try to scratch at him is that they are not aiming to claw at his flesh but instead keep grabbing his clothes. ]
...You don't think they just want to cover up, do you? What if they're just cold?