Jigano snorted at the comment, his smile wry as he moved to load more stones so the General could have his turn. "I was always better suited to protecting and defending from the rear, bolstering and supporting my allies with spell and song... but I would be lying if I said I never felt the urge to be at the forefront of the battle, being the one to strike the decisive blow. To be the one the ballad was written about, rather than the one doing the writing." He tried to shrug it off, playing the moment lightly as he stepped back to give Deimos room to man his own machine, turning it towards the brave soldiers still standing. "But you've seen my swordwork. I'm better with a rapier, but that's not really a blade for war, so being able to do that much damage with a single blow is... it is immensely satisfactory." He suspected Deimos would understand that at least, even if the General had always been first into the fray.
And when the other man pulled the trigger, one look at his face was enough to confirm that suspicion as Jigano's grin lingered after the last enemy had fallen. "I bet you could make some real mischief if you loaded that up with Memory Mud instead of rocks," he mused thoughtfully. "Do some militia training in dodging and reflexes against enemy fire with it?"
And when the other man pulled the trigger, one look at his face was enough to confirm that suspicion as Jigano's grin lingered after the last enemy had fallen. "I bet you could make some real mischief if you loaded that up with Memory Mud instead of rocks," he mused thoughtfully. "Do some militia training in dodging and reflexes against enemy fire with it?"
