[ 900 years less is, at least, a reaction he's gotten before. It's no less jarring to think of so much time between his world and others - even if he's come to understand there are larger differences than dates alone. But it's no less intriguing to have yet another comparison to compare said homes, whether there's anything in common with Louis' or if there's not, especially when it comes to what's available for yet another contrast between there and Abraxas.
The mention of this being a no flinging zone gets a cheeky two-finger salute of his index and middle finger from his temple before Claude turns his mind back to what creature's lurking about. ]
Heavy steps might make things a little more interesting. [ Said with a nonchalance belying the careful attention he's paying to the direction Louis had pointed out, not quite on edge but close to it with being ready for what might come. ] If we're lucky, there'll be a good chance to--
[ Whatever Claude was going to say is lost as he stops speaking when suddenly those hooves thunder into something he can hear. It's a dull staccato against the snow growing ever closer and louder with each step taken, and there's considerably more branches being snapped.
The reason why becomes clear when some massive vaguely familiar shape that almost aligns to beasts he knows from home does charge forth, narrowly missing them both. No time to study it now or even comment on their near-miss luck when it goes shrieking past only to come to an abrupt halt and whirl around to face them to size them up.
Well. This is another routine he knows, and without realizing it he'd called forth wind sharp enough to cut like a blade. It sails forth from his outstretched hand and slams into the animal, apparently serving to enrage it rather than slow down its next moves. ]
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The mention of this being a no flinging zone gets a cheeky two-finger salute of his index and middle finger from his temple before Claude turns his mind back to what creature's lurking about. ]
Heavy steps might make things a little more interesting. [ Said with a nonchalance belying the careful attention he's paying to the direction Louis had pointed out, not quite on edge but close to it with being ready for what might come. ] If we're lucky, there'll be a good chance to--
[ Whatever Claude was going to say is lost as he stops speaking when suddenly those hooves thunder into something he can hear. It's a dull staccato against the snow growing ever closer and louder with each step taken, and there's considerably more branches being snapped.
The reason why becomes clear when some massive vaguely familiar shape that almost aligns to beasts he knows from home does charge forth, narrowly missing them both. No time to study it now or even comment on their near-miss luck when it goes shrieking past only to come to an abrupt halt and whirl around to face them to size them up.
Well. This is another routine he knows, and without realizing it he'd called forth wind sharp enough to cut like a blade. It sails forth from his outstretched hand and slams into the animal, apparently serving to enrage it rather than slow down its next moves. ]