[ When she did her little hop and stumble, his hands involuntarily held out towards her. It wouldn't have done any good, of course, with the distance between them but he couldn't stop the action all the same. He did wonder if she was attempting to bolster her own feelings. Oversized weapons or not, she still tugs at the heartstrings with that tear-stained face of hers.
But it seems it wasn't just for bolstering a fighting spirit.
Not the first time, Verso feels bad for Mister Prickles. He stares up at the cactus has been sent flying. He would've liked to have taken a second or two for processing that feat, but they have to finish this fight.
He takes a beat to kneel down, building energy in both weapon and his body. It seems like they both use something that looks like light. He should ask more about it. An idle thought as bright white energy wraps around him as he throws himself up into the air. Swing his sword upwards, he sends a cleaving strike toward Mister Prickles. (And idly wonders if he should keep using cute names for a rather beaten monster.)
His concerns don't last too much longer as the cactus glows bright white and abruptly bursts into a shower of light. It's a rather loud explosion that slams into his body as he's falling back down to the arena floor. So, he has to gather energy again to slash at the floor to slow his fall and gain some control of his fall.
Positive! He does land on his feet. Negative! He's fairly sure he broke one of his legs. But he is already covered in blood so he thinks he covers up the new injury well. Shaking out the broken appendage, he does his best to heal it up fast. All the while, he clapping his hands and calling out to the crowd: ]
Shall we hear it for the greatest gladiator here?
[ Holding his hands out, he gestures to the little miss as being the greatest fighter of the arena. Another shake of his leg. He squints at the appendage and thinks it'll be fine in a bit. Ow. ]
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But it seems it wasn't just for bolstering a fighting spirit.
Not the first time, Verso feels bad for Mister Prickles. He stares up at the cactus has been sent flying. He would've liked to have taken a second or two for processing that feat, but they have to finish this fight.
He takes a beat to kneel down, building energy in both weapon and his body. It seems like they both use something that looks like light. He should ask more about it. An idle thought as bright white energy wraps around him as he throws himself up into the air. Swing his sword upwards, he sends a cleaving strike toward Mister Prickles. (And idly wonders if he should keep using cute names for a rather beaten monster.)
His concerns don't last too much longer as the cactus glows bright white and abruptly bursts into a shower of light. It's a rather loud explosion that slams into his body as he's falling back down to the arena floor. So, he has to gather energy again to slash at the floor to slow his fall and gain some control of his fall.
Positive! He does land on his feet. Negative! He's fairly sure he broke one of his legs. But he is already covered in blood so he thinks he covers up the new injury well. Shaking out the broken appendage, he does his best to heal it up fast. All the while, he clapping his hands and calling out to the crowd: ]
Shall we hear it for the greatest gladiator here?
[ Holding his hands out, he gestures to the little miss as being the greatest fighter of the arena. Another shake of his leg. He squints at the appendage and thinks it'll be fine in a bit. Ow. ]