[ Such a brief exchange before he broke the hold and yielded his sword. But jumping back to the present situation... ]
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[ Should the Fireball magic contact, it'll leave a sting as it explodes. Luckily it's not a destructive bomb-like eruption that would follow. But he trusts Weiss to be able to handle it and understand what she's getting herself into. She wants to get stronger too, right? Then he'll put her through her paces.
...at least- ]
?!!?
[ That was the plan before Weiss effortlessly repels the fireball with a flourishing swing of his own weapon. They spoke of this before...how he intended on letting Weiss take and use the Fusion Sword at her leisure should her magic become strong enough. Yet here she is, utilizing her magic to actually use his own powers against him. He likes to think he's sharp on the fly...but- This is unreal.
Weiss was being so innovative with her magic by comparison to him. Elemental spells were an old friend to the acerbic swordsman, and he'd been using them in the same way he would back home. Yet Weiss? If they weren't in the middle of a battle, Myrtenaster pointed at him like an oversized dart and his own claymore at her command, he would have been stunned for longer.
Could it be? That as they are now, here in Avalon, that Weiss managed to surpass him? Time will tell.
For now, he only has one last trick up his sleeve. Fists clenched, he crouches low before suddenly springing straight towards her. There's no magic on display. Not yet anyways. The wind, meanwhile, starts to pick up suddenly. ]
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[ Such a brief exchange before he broke the hold and yielded his sword. But jumping back to the present situation... ]
[ Should the Fireball magic contact, it'll leave a sting as it explodes. Luckily it's not a destructive bomb-like eruption that would follow. But he trusts Weiss to be able to handle it and understand what she's getting herself into. She wants to get stronger too, right? Then he'll put her through her paces.
...at least- ]
?!!?
[ That was the plan before Weiss effortlessly repels the fireball with a flourishing swing of his own weapon. They spoke of this before...how he intended on letting Weiss take and use the Fusion Sword at her leisure should her magic become strong enough. Yet here she is, utilizing her magic to actually use his own powers against him. He likes to think he's sharp on the fly...but- This is unreal.
Weiss was being so innovative with her magic by comparison to him. Elemental spells were an old friend to the acerbic swordsman, and he'd been using them in the same way he would back home. Yet Weiss? If they weren't in the middle of a battle, Myrtenaster pointed at him like an oversized dart and his own claymore at her command, he would have been stunned for longer.
Could it be? That as they are now, here in Avalon, that Weiss managed to surpass him? Time will tell.
For now, he only has one last trick up his sleeve. Fists clenched, he crouches low before suddenly springing straight towards her. There's no magic on display. Not yet anyways. The wind, meanwhile, starts to pick up suddenly. ]