Aiming for her makeup was not very cricket of him, but Flora had known that he would fight dirty. His attempt to level the playing field by fighting with the handicap of only using his legs was revealed to have an unexpected benefit, doing 1.5x psychic damage to the Doubletake any time he made contact with his toes.
Which was a decidedly odd feeling, and he wasn't entirely sure why anyone would want to use their feet as weapons, but he was not about to argue with his current success.
Their current exchange threatened to throw him off balance as he made contact and he hopped back, arms extending in an instinctive bid to prevent himself from going down. It gave his co-ruler plenty of time to make her escape as he managed to get his weight distributed on both feet again, and he reached up to smooth his hair back with the air of a cat pretending nothing embarrassing had just happened.
"Indeed," he agreed serenely, a grin slowly widening at Flora's theatrics. He considered their distance for a moment before beginning to stride towards her, slowed by the water but moving with a steady inexorability. "Is that enough of a defense for your quest?" He did not think that it was, and he attempted another kick. This one was not quite as clean as his planted foot shifted on the uneven rock of the hot spring floor, and his kick was more of an unsteady roundhouse that came around at thigh-height, only a short distance above the water.
Which was a decidedly odd feeling, and he wasn't entirely sure why anyone would want to use their feet as weapons, but he was not about to argue with his current success.
Their current exchange threatened to throw him off balance as he made contact and he hopped back, arms extending in an instinctive bid to prevent himself from going down. It gave his co-ruler plenty of time to make her escape as he managed to get his weight distributed on both feet again, and he reached up to smooth his hair back with the air of a cat pretending nothing embarrassing had just happened.
"Indeed," he agreed serenely, a grin slowly widening at Flora's theatrics. He considered their distance for a moment before beginning to stride towards her, slowed by the water but moving with a steady inexorability. "Is that enough of a defense for your quest?" He did not think that it was, and he attempted another kick. This one was not quite as clean as his planted foot shifted on the uneven rock of the hot spring floor, and his kick was more of an unsteady roundhouse that came around at thigh-height, only a short distance above the water.
