[ It's a valid question, Kyle asking what, and it doesn't even register with Claude he should've stopped to explain. Or provide context for anything, what with that noise pulling on a corner of his mind he would've preferred to leave sealed away, and the noises now of the Titanus rolling forward on whatever mechanisms power it.
Then there's a blow which sounds too familiar and the rush of someone - something? - going by and the torch goes out and it's abruptly, eerily, silent. ]
Kyle! [ He calls out, alarmed. At the same time he casts the spell for Recover, hoping the white magic lands wherever the other man fell to heal him. Does it matter that he can't see where either of them are? Claude hopes not; perhaps the Horizon will cooperate for this alone. The whirring resumes. The echoing on the stones makes it impossible to place where the Titanus is which is all the more menacing.
It's now that with mild embarrassment Claude realizes their lack of weapons in a place where they could create anything didn't have to be a problem. As tempting as it is to call Failnaught forth, his bow doesn't feel like it'd be effective here. Instead it's Freikugel he calls forth, the hero's relic axe several feet in length and with a formidably large blade made of what was once bone. Now it glows red as if he holds the matching crest of Goneril and not one of Riegan, and the finger-like protrusions twitch in anticipation of battle.
That shouldn't be happening, but Claude's not going to think about what this means. It's not real, this isn't his axe; it's Hilda's. What matters is that the relic provides enough light to discard the torch, and he sets off with it held at the ready so the floor's at least visible. ]
Kyle, if you can hear me, say something, alright?
[ The Titanus can hear him too, he's sure. But hopefully they haven't started at square one with needing to locate each other all over again, and Claude sets a quick pace to try finding Kyle before anything else does. ]
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Then there's a blow which sounds too familiar and the rush of someone - something? - going by and the torch goes out and it's abruptly, eerily, silent. ]
Kyle! [ He calls out, alarmed. At the same time he casts the spell for Recover, hoping the white magic lands wherever the other man fell to heal him. Does it matter that he can't see where either of them are? Claude hopes not; perhaps the Horizon will cooperate for this alone. The whirring resumes. The echoing on the stones makes it impossible to place where the Titanus is which is all the more menacing.
It's now that with mild embarrassment Claude realizes their lack of weapons in a place where they could create anything didn't have to be a problem. As tempting as it is to call Failnaught forth, his bow doesn't feel like it'd be effective here. Instead it's Freikugel he calls forth, the hero's relic axe several feet in length and with a formidably large blade made of what was once bone. Now it glows red as if he holds the matching crest of Goneril and not one of Riegan, and the finger-like protrusions twitch in anticipation of battle.
That shouldn't be happening, but Claude's not going to think about what this means. It's not real, this isn't his axe; it's Hilda's. What matters is that the relic provides enough light to discard the torch, and he sets off with it held at the ready so the floor's at least visible. ]
Kyle, if you can hear me, say something, alright?
[ The Titanus can hear him too, he's sure. But hopefully they haven't started at square one with needing to locate each other all over again, and Claude sets a quick pace to try finding Kyle before anything else does. ]