"That's why they're a fitting 'prize' for the loser," Jigano agreed cheerfully. His puns were his pride and joy, but all too often they were underappreciated by an uncultured audience. It might not have been entirely fair to weaponize them in such a way, but if the world was unready for his genius then he'd just have to find a way to squeeze them in regardless of whether the attention was positive or negative.
That, or he was secretly a sadist who reveled in the groans of his victims.
This time Jigano had his feet under him and the price of hesitation recent enough to lend confidence to his hands as he brought them up to burn away the incoming blast of water, letting the ocean breeze blow the subsequent steam away as the droplets clung to his skin and eyelashes, glistening momentarily before evaporating in the sun. "Perhaps she'll bring her husband here for a honeymoon," he chuckled, arching a brow at the much-lowered sailor before reaching out with his power to push the sand back up to sit level with the rest of the ocean floor around it once more, and raising Saiden with it if the man allowed. "And perhaps I will, as well. Truce, Saiden of Torchline?"
That, or he was secretly a sadist who reveled in the groans of his victims.
This time Jigano had his feet under him and the price of hesitation recent enough to lend confidence to his hands as he brought them up to burn away the incoming blast of water, letting the ocean breeze blow the subsequent steam away as the droplets clung to his skin and eyelashes, glistening momentarily before evaporating in the sun. "Perhaps she'll bring her husband here for a honeymoon," he chuckled, arching a brow at the much-lowered sailor before reaching out with his power to push the sand back up to sit level with the rest of the ocean floor around it once more, and raising Saiden with it if the man allowed. "And perhaps I will, as well. Truce, Saiden of Torchline?"
