[Ardyn has had the privilege of seeing Aranea fight before, though he's never engaged her one-on-one quite like this. But even as the woman careens down towards him, lance-first, he isn't terrified of the impact that threatens to meet him. It's easy enough to phase out of the way, a flash of translucent red left behind from where he once was, and he finds himself several feet adjacent to where her weapon slams hard into the ground. It's enough for him to feel the earth shake beneath him, but even that will not make him hesitate.
He's still grinning (but his face has returned to normal by now, the wound that he had sported just moments ago nearly completely closed), and it's easy enough to just swipe horizontally with his sword, catching Aranea in the side with its edge.]
No love lost for poor Eos. It's a shame, how easily others dismiss it.
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He's still grinning (but his face has returned to normal by now, the wound that he had sported just moments ago nearly completely closed), and it's easy enough to just swipe horizontally with his sword, catching Aranea in the side with its edge.]
No love lost for poor Eos. It's a shame, how easily others dismiss it.