[ … so much for that. His hand around his flag clenches that much tighter, before it's waylaid to the floor entirely, his teeth grit in certain anticipation.
Because immediately——
The recoil hits him, he feels as if the fire in his veins now burn blue, but he won't let his Art relent, he can't, as the moment it does, he knows just how fast Siffrin proves to be.
If this is going to go how he thinks it is…
… he'll need all the mobility he can get, unsheathing his sword and pressing off the floor in a dash. In tandem with thrusting the blade towards Siffrin's midsection, from his back— ]
… no invitation for your good friend? I'm hurt.
[ —he releases his Art for that small, small window, for them to adjust. both of them. for them to please pay attention elsewhere. ]
no subject
Because immediately——
The recoil hits him, he feels as if the fire in his veins now burn blue, but he won't let his Art relent, he can't, as the moment it does, he knows just how fast Siffrin proves to be.
If this is going to go how he thinks it is…
… he'll need all the mobility he can get, unsheathing his sword and pressing off the floor in a dash. In tandem with thrusting the blade towards Siffrin's midsection, from his back— ]
… no invitation for your good friend? I'm hurt.
[ —he releases his Art for that small, small window, for them to adjust. both of them. for them to please pay attention elsewhere. ]