[--damnit, it doesn't look like he's interested in talking. roland moves, and netzach draws his sword; it may only be wood, but at least it's something, something that he can use to try to keep roland away from yesod.
'in the end, the hope that anyone will be saved thanks to me...'
netzach ignores the flowers. that was a different netzach, one who was wrong about what he could at least try to do. this netzach follows up the flower pot yesod throws with a sweeping swing at roland's legs, trying to throw him off-balance even slightly.]
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'in the end, the hope that anyone will be saved thanks to me...'
netzach ignores the flowers. that was a different netzach, one who was wrong about what he could at least try to do. this netzach follows up the flower pot yesod throws with a sweeping swing at roland's legs, trying to throw him off-balance even slightly.]
Yesod, the seeds-