[ The attempt works to Archer’s favor: the instinct for self-preservation and avoiding a hit is strong enough that he disconnects his hold from Archer’s leg and moves quickly out of his way. It’s a smart move, even if it denies him the desire to test his power head-to-head. Though it is still enough that he can feel some of the impact, it is nothing that he reacts to with more than a frown.
His intent isn’t to kill, he isn’t fargone enough for that at least, but it’s been a long time since he’s stretched his legs, and he may be feeling a bit rowdy. His aura returns to a simmering presence surrounding his corporeal form, and when he sees that Archer has a summoning power, he’s intrigued.
Until Frankenstein sees what he produces. He laughs, and that’s enough to remind him that they’re just sparring, after all.
Still, he wants more than wooden swords. ]
Your toys disappoint me. Am I not good enough for the real thing? [ By which he means real sword, or something that demonstrates his true power, but of course I’m going to leave it as the worst innuendo because that’s what this thread has become. He makes no further move now, unsure if this is a trick of some sort. ]
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His intent isn’t to kill, he isn’t fargone enough for that at least, but it’s been a long time since he’s stretched his legs, and he may be feeling a bit rowdy. His aura returns to a simmering presence surrounding his corporeal form, and when he sees that Archer has a summoning power, he’s intrigued.
Until Frankenstein sees what he produces. He laughs, and that’s enough to remind him that they’re just sparring, after all.
Still, he wants more than wooden swords. ]
Your toys disappoint me. Am I not good enough for the real thing? [ By which he means real sword, or something that demonstrates his true power, but of course I’m going to leave it as the worst innuendo because that’s what this thread has become. He makes no further move now, unsure if this is a trick of some sort. ]