and the only solution was to stand and fight
“Ah,” he nodded again, eyes flickering over the metallic portions and pieces. Not unlike some figments of Rexanna’s once parasol – safely lodged in his home – with its serrated portions sheathed and hidden, lurking beneath the surface. He could see where Asta had a preference for its tactics.
The sound of wings, and a crow, made him roll his eyes – as this wasn’t his first venture with the Grounds’ corvids – and remained unbothered as it made off with a portion of pumpkin. Had it been something else, the bird surely would’ve been mauled, and so he shrugged, turning back to the Ancient to ask if this was entirely commonplace –
And noting the complete change in demeanor. Senses locked and honed in on alterations in people; for safety's sake and in lifetimes of war, his eyes narrowed, brow arching again, companion bond lurking out towards Zuriel, grazing nearby. “You all right?” Out of habit, his spine straightened, waiting for something else to occur, when all only the statement passed through – of a familiar accent he hadn’t heard come from the man before.
Clenching his jaw, mind flaring in all directions, he chose to ignore that figment for a moment – but keeping it pressed to the back of his mind. In striving to keep something normal after the bizarre occurrence, he glanced away, watching the bird land nearby to munch on its new meal. “There are notable differences. They can hover. Cause illusions if you get too close.”
The sound of wings, and a crow, made him roll his eyes – as this wasn’t his first venture with the Grounds’ corvids – and remained unbothered as it made off with a portion of pumpkin. Had it been something else, the bird surely would’ve been mauled, and so he shrugged, turning back to the Ancient to ask if this was entirely commonplace –
And noting the complete change in demeanor. Senses locked and honed in on alterations in people; for safety's sake and in lifetimes of war, his eyes narrowed, brow arching again, companion bond lurking out towards Zuriel, grazing nearby. “You all right?” Out of habit, his spine straightened, waiting for something else to occur, when all only the statement passed through – of a familiar accent he hadn’t heard come from the man before.
Clenching his jaw, mind flaring in all directions, he chose to ignore that figment for a moment – but keeping it pressed to the back of his mind. In striving to keep something normal after the bizarre occurrence, he glanced away, watching the bird land nearby to munch on its new meal. “There are notable differences. They can hover. Cause illusions if you get too close.”
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