Knights of Tezoth

The one-eyed colleague advances on the shelter previously devised by Lester. He dodges.
Hand to the right — dodge left, leg to the left — dodge right. The colleague starts twitching as if he were not quite in his right mind; the dawnborn repeats his strange movements in reverse — just to avoid contact. For a while, this unusual dance continues. Finally, one of the maneuvers he could not replicate, and his right palm felt contact with the colleague's right palm, turning into a handshake.
- Heh-heh. Well then. I suppose this is the end for me, - Vargas says to L-colleague. - And don't mind Lady Rezara, I love her dearly, a magnificent woman. Though we did have a debt between us.
The kink-blade — quite treacherous, yet fair given the current situation — pierces his flimsy armor.
- See you in the crater, I think, - coughing up blood, Lester drops to one knee and presses the wound. He could not have continued the fight. - I count on your support.