[ Dual blades wielders are so troublesome to deal with, he thinks, concentrating fiercely as he fends off the other man's attacks. It's almost all he can do simply to parry or evade the whirl of their blades. He has a feeling that the moment he makes a lapse in judgement is the moment his loss will be determined.
The error comes sooner than he likes. His opponent parries his weapon aside, leaving Emet-Selch open for their other blade to close in. He instinctively, hurriedly moves back but the tip of it grazes his belly. It slices open the shirt and a small amount of blood begins to bead along the length of the wound.
It's a distraction he doesn't need. As if to compensate, he ignites an aether cartridge - covering his gunblade in eerie, blue, magical flame - and increases the fury of his attacks. Not just in the melee sense: he uses the fire to draw flaming X's in the air which hover a moment then shoot forward at speed. ]
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The error comes sooner than he likes. His opponent parries his weapon aside, leaving Emet-Selch open for their other blade to close in. He instinctively, hurriedly moves back but the tip of it grazes his belly. It slices open the shirt and a small amount of blood begins to bead along the length of the wound.
It's a distraction he doesn't need. As if to compensate, he ignites an aether cartridge - covering his gunblade in eerie, blue, magical flame - and increases the fury of his attacks. Not just in the melee sense: he uses the fire to draw flaming X's in the air which hover a moment then shoot forward at speed. ]