[ Sylvain just hisses the word back in between sharp jabs and one well-aimed kick when one of the scuttling creatures got too close. Goddess, they even move creepy.
But then Claude breaks off mid-sentence and he risks an alarmed glance back over his shoulder in the other man's direction, only to see what he'd been afraid of had come to pass. Dammit, Claude. ]
Just how poisonous are these things?
[ He should have probably asked that before Claude had a chance to disturb that innocuous pile of rocks, but here they are.
The question gets a pause from him, however, although that might be because he's too preoccupied murdering to answer right away. ] I don't know. I haven't actually tried channelling any crest magic into my weapon since I got here. Have you? Is it even possible? Although I have no idea how this one would even hold up to that, the last thing we need is me melting my spear in the middle of all this.
[ He does know more than just Ruined Sky, however, even though he was hardly as adept at it as some others. But this counted as an emergency, right? Hissing out a curse under his breath, he dances back several spaces to give himself some room to work - there was a reason he normally never mixed magic into his fighting style. He's far too used to being too up close and personal to bother. But it gives him the needed seconds to call on the more powerful of the black magics he knows, casting Bolganone directly into the center of swarming scorpions. He hopes, with luck, that if the fire aspect doesn't get them, the fissure that opens up under them might. ]
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[ Sylvain just hisses the word back in between sharp jabs and one well-aimed kick when one of the scuttling creatures got too close. Goddess, they even move creepy.
But then Claude breaks off mid-sentence and he risks an alarmed glance back over his shoulder in the other man's direction, only to see what he'd been afraid of had come to pass. Dammit, Claude. ]
Just how poisonous are these things?
[ He should have probably asked that before Claude had a chance to disturb that innocuous pile of rocks, but here they are.
The question gets a pause from him, however, although that might be because he's too preoccupied murdering to answer right away. ] I don't know. I haven't actually tried channelling any crest magic into my weapon since I got here. Have you? Is it even possible? Although I have no idea how this one would even hold up to that, the last thing we need is me melting my spear in the middle of all this.
[ He does know more than just Ruined Sky, however, even though he was hardly as adept at it as some others. But this counted as an emergency, right? Hissing out a curse under his breath, he dances back several spaces to give himself some room to work - there was a reason he normally never mixed magic into his fighting style. He's far too used to being too up close and personal to bother. But it gives him the needed seconds to call on the more powerful of the black magics he knows, casting Bolganone directly into the center of swarming scorpions. He hopes, with luck, that if the fire aspect doesn't get them, the fissure that opens up under them might. ]
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