[ They have hardly begun to move, but already, Archer's movements are more impressive and provide more of an interesting show than most others he's had the pleasure of fighting. There was nothing to be thankful for regarding the loss of their worlds-- everything his Master had worked so hard to protect was no more, after all. But meeting others who could actually provide a bit of a challenge for him was a small blessing.
He's almost disappointed when his shot actually lands, wondering if this would be enough to end their dance. Frankenstein draws back enough to analyze the damage, half-expecting to see a downed man before him. The strength and subdued power behind it would be enough to bring an end to a human, but this is clearly something more. He is relieved, nay, awed, at the development that follows. ]
Try and sweep me off my feet, then! [ Even if he could physically move out of Archer's way and avoid a hit to the chest, he doesn't, preferring to gauge just how powerful the force behind the attack is, and to retaliate directly. Instead, he braces himself, gritting his teeth in pain and groaning as the force of the attack forces him against the makeshift wall, breaking that portion of it and making the audience there scatter.
But as pain surges through his veins, so does power, and excitement at the possibility of things between them elevating further. He lets his aura flow more freely now, tinging every inch of his skin with the familiar sensation of dark energy-- something that wants to burn and consume. He attempts to grip Archer's leg firmly, before he can pull away, pitting his aura against Archer's magic in a tense standoff. His aura intensifies and grows with every passing second. ] Aha, are you feeling shy now? Leaving me so soon?!
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He's almost disappointed when his shot actually lands, wondering if this would be enough to end their dance. Frankenstein draws back enough to analyze the damage, half-expecting to see a downed man before him. The strength and subdued power behind it would be enough to bring an end to a human, but this is clearly something more. He is relieved, nay, awed, at the development that follows. ]
Try and sweep me off my feet, then! [ Even if he could physically move out of Archer's way and avoid a hit to the chest, he doesn't, preferring to gauge just how powerful the force behind the attack is, and to retaliate directly. Instead, he braces himself, gritting his teeth in pain and groaning as the force of the attack forces him against the makeshift wall, breaking that portion of it and making the audience there scatter.
But as pain surges through his veins, so does power, and excitement at the possibility of things between them elevating further. He lets his aura flow more freely now, tinging every inch of his skin with the familiar sensation of dark energy-- something that wants to burn and consume. He attempts to grip Archer's leg firmly, before he can pull away, pitting his aura against Archer's magic in a tense standoff. His aura intensifies and grows with every passing second. ] Aha, are you feeling shy now? Leaving me so soon?!