I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
"NOOOOOO!!!" The whiplash he nearly gives himself from reeling back so fast at that insane idea almost does him in. Instead, he sputters, choking on his own spit for a moment as he tries to get a grip on the fuck nonsense she's talking about. "I just meant, you're stronger than me, I thought you'd have something helpful!? Something that wouldn't harm anyone! Something fun, since you're a Ludo demi and all." He supposes if lightning had been possible, he's glad they ended up on a scary nap. The more he learns of Ludo, the less convinced he is of the 'tricks' being all that haha funny though. Remi was his hitman, and Mel is just...down to hit anything, herself included.
His own disappointment rises further. Not just in her, but in his lacking too. He thought...he thought he'd been ready, he thought it'd be fun, he thought there'd be a helluva lot consequences than this. "It was my first time too," he says low, shoulders slumping in a bit, guard faltering with the confession. He blows out a breath, one of his guarding fists tumbling along with it as he talks. "Sorry, I guess...I'm used to spirits. They can do a lot of random shit and they don't get—mad." Probably should have called a spirit instead of her, in hindsight. Likely could have made a wave to push him along and past Flora.
Distracted as he is by the conversation, something his commander would scowl at, Kaisel has enough muscle memory and intent still present to react to her oncoming strike. He throws his forearm down to bar her hit, a movement meant to slide against her momentum and send it away, his goal still purely defensive as he also slides away on a pivot of his heel. She nearly connected though, and the force of it lands hard on his arm. He adds some distance back into the mix, watching her carefully now, because she fucking hurts.
"Agreed no more sea. And look, I'm sorry, I'll keep everything you said in mind for the next time."
3/4 blocks her hit with his forearm and swings away with his feet, putting in some distance
His own disappointment rises further. Not just in her, but in his lacking too. He thought...he thought he'd been ready, he thought it'd be fun, he thought there'd be a helluva lot consequences than this. "It was my first time too," he says low, shoulders slumping in a bit, guard faltering with the confession. He blows out a breath, one of his guarding fists tumbling along with it as he talks. "Sorry, I guess...I'm used to spirits. They can do a lot of random shit and they don't get—mad." Probably should have called a spirit instead of her, in hindsight. Likely could have made a wave to push him along and past Flora.
Distracted as he is by the conversation, something his commander would scowl at, Kaisel has enough muscle memory and intent still present to react to her oncoming strike. He throws his forearm down to bar her hit, a movement meant to slide against her momentum and send it away, his goal still purely defensive as he also slides away on a pivot of his heel. She nearly connected though, and the force of it lands hard on his arm. He adds some distance back into the mix, watching her carefully now, because she fucking hurts.
"Agreed no more sea. And look, I'm sorry, I'll keep everything you said in mind for the next time."
3/4 blocks her hit with his forearm and swings away with his feet, putting in some distance
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
