[Diego's no stranger to a fight, even with the weird and unusual-- admittedly the dead were really more his brother's area, but at least he can see these particular dead things. They're brutal, ruthless, and angry, which is fine by his count because it just means they're fair game. He grew up in such a way that death to anyone-anything, so long as it was for the ever-arbitrary "greater good", was really just a game to be played on par with tag for most kids. He is entirely in his element in a battle, has fun with it in a way most soldiers don't tend to have about them.
He hears the banter between the two and it brings a smirk to his face, reminding him of the way things used to be, once, between he and his siblings. He kind of misses--
Shit!
Distracted by his own reminiscing, Diego finds himself being yanked into the water by one of the revenants. Apparently, they're smarter than they look, because it's grabbed him in such a way he can't get to one of his knives to throw it. He tries to get out of its grasp, squirming against its hold, throwing his entire body weight against it, but to no avail.]
4 {Fight or fall, it's one for all
He hears the banter between the two and it brings a smirk to his face, reminding him of the way things used to be, once, between he and his siblings. He kind of misses--
Shit!
Distracted by his own reminiscing, Diego finds himself being yanked into the water by one of the revenants. Apparently, they're smarter than they look, because it's grabbed him in such a way he can't get to one of his knives to throw it. He tries to get out of its grasp, squirming against its hold, throwing his entire body weight against it, but to no avail.]