[ Very helpful, he knows. But Claude's always preferred levity in the midst of a fight - even one which is rapidly feeling like is turning against them in more than being outnumbered alone.
He's readying another shot, but when Sylvain falls Claude immediately retrieves his knife. Without hesitating he slashes it across where the mask and robe met their neck in one decisive movement meant to maim as the worst case scenario and to kill as the best. The best it is; he's rewarded with them falling to the sand and not moving. They don't even attempt to get up but he waits, still tensed and waiting for their strike.
Determining if that opponent has passed costs him, though. In the same instant a blast of magic unlike anything he's felt before slams into his side and knocks the air out of him. It's meant to fall him, that much is certain, but before too much damage takes hold a familiar feeling surges through him. There's a flash of light when his Crest surfaces, takes control as he wavers, and he's steady again.
Well. Steady enough to keep fighting, anyway, even if his reflexes are slower now. It's not enough to keep him from not whirling around to take on whoever steps up next. ]
cw: some light murdering
[ Very helpful, he knows. But Claude's always preferred levity in the midst of a fight - even one which is rapidly feeling like is turning against them in more than being outnumbered alone.
He's readying another shot, but when Sylvain falls Claude immediately retrieves his knife. Without hesitating he slashes it across where the mask and robe met their neck in one decisive movement meant to maim as the worst case scenario and to kill as the best. The best it is; he's rewarded with them falling to the sand and not moving. They don't even attempt to get up but he waits, still tensed and waiting for their strike.
Determining if that opponent has passed costs him, though. In the same instant a blast of magic unlike anything he's felt before slams into his side and knocks the air out of him. It's meant to fall him, that much is certain, but before too much damage takes hold a familiar feeling surges through him. There's a flash of light when his Crest surfaces, takes control as he wavers, and he's steady again.
Well. Steady enough to keep fighting, anyway, even if his reflexes are slower now. It's not enough to keep him from not whirling around to take on whoever steps up next. ]