It's certainly the wisest choice, to back away. Courageous warriors see the enormous arc and lax left side and try to move there to counter, but Ekkehardt must have seen the way the move ends- with Rex on one knee, with all that wild, uncontrollable force turned into a stab at the lefthand blindspot. It'd be right in the heart of someone trying to slip around to the supposed weakspot. He's caught out a few of the imitation Ekkehardt's he's been facing with that one.
"There isn't anything else." Not just there isn't anything else to spend his time on. There simply isn't anything else to life than fighting. It's all he can remember anymore. He's stopped trying to remember what it was like before being here, in this abyss where anything that was not a painful battle died. In the same way that in this dream Rex can't comprehend a world outside, he can't understand Ekkehardt's meaning here either. It's a different tact taken than the others, which at least slows Rex down. Makes him think about his next move a little more. Get up on his feet instead of moving into the next terrifying move taught to him by perhaps the fiercest warrior who ever lived. "All of you... always trying to fool me with your words. It will never be enough. You'll never trick me into..."
It takes a moment for him to even conclude what the trick might be, before latching onto Ekkehardt's own words.
"Stopping fighting. Everyone always wants to defang me. Because they want to sabotage me, use me, destroy me... It doesn't matter. The only way to receive my teeth is a bite." The next attack is another of those unusual unbalanced ones that Helen had to use. Laying his sword across his shoulder and essentially falling making it into an intensely heavy downward swing, as all his body weight is added to the sword, spraying stone from the impact. Only catching himself at the last moment. "No one will accept a rabid dog!"
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"There isn't anything else." Not just there isn't anything else to spend his time on. There simply isn't anything else to life than fighting. It's all he can remember anymore. He's stopped trying to remember what it was like before being here, in this abyss where anything that was not a painful battle died. In the same way that in this dream Rex can't comprehend a world outside, he can't understand Ekkehardt's meaning here either. It's a different tact taken than the others, which at least slows Rex down. Makes him think about his next move a little more. Get up on his feet instead of moving into the next terrifying move taught to him by perhaps the fiercest warrior who ever lived. "All of you... always trying to fool me with your words. It will never be enough. You'll never trick me into..."
It takes a moment for him to even conclude what the trick might be, before latching onto Ekkehardt's own words.
"Stopping fighting. Everyone always wants to defang me. Because they want to sabotage me, use me, destroy me... It doesn't matter. The only way to receive my teeth is a bite." The next attack is another of those unusual unbalanced ones that Helen had to use. Laying his sword across his shoulder and essentially falling making it into an intensely heavy downward swing, as all his body weight is added to the sword, spraying stone from the impact. Only catching himself at the last moment. "No one will accept a rabid dog!"