[ When the snow clears, when he can finally see - it's just in time to watch Louis be slammed into by the creature. A shout escapes him out of instinct, to see if Louis will answer or if things are far more dire than they appear in that quick instant, and the roar from the creature isn't comforting.
That Louis appears next to him, even if it's the form of being launched towards him before he lands, is a relief. There's just enough time for Claude to do a quick scan to verify he's in one piece from what he can see beyond what's happened to his face, before he nods in response. ]
I can do that. I can also take care of - [ with a point to his own cheek meant to mirror - ] that when we're done here.
[ Probably; magic takes a toll on him over time, he's found, but his reserves of it haven't suffered enough for anything past that familiar tiring feeling creeping in at the edges. That's nothing new and it's easily ignored especially in favor of yet another roar from the boar-bear on its hind legs like it's waiting for a challenge.
And, well. That much he can provide. ]
On my count, then?
[ A simple count to three it is, and with the blades ready in his hand Claude steps to the side to give himself a bit of space before letting them fly. If the resounding screeches are anything to go by, each one strikes in succession with as much force as he can put behind them to give them a better chance. With any luck. ]
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That Louis appears next to him, even if it's the form of being launched towards him before he lands, is a relief. There's just enough time for Claude to do a quick scan to verify he's in one piece from what he can see beyond what's happened to his face, before he nods in response. ]
I can do that. I can also take care of - [ with a point to his own cheek meant to mirror - ] that when we're done here.
[ Probably; magic takes a toll on him over time, he's found, but his reserves of it haven't suffered enough for anything past that familiar tiring feeling creeping in at the edges. That's nothing new and it's easily ignored especially in favor of yet another roar from the boar-bear on its hind legs like it's waiting for a challenge.
And, well. That much he can provide. ]
On my count, then?
[ A simple count to three it is, and with the blades ready in his hand Claude steps to the side to give himself a bit of space before letting them fly. If the resounding screeches are anything to go by, each one strikes in succession with as much force as he can put behind them to give them a better chance. With any luck. ]