[ There's not much time to think about anything right now. Sure, Ange feels the sheer relief that comes over her when she watches Claude suddenly appear and charge at the monster, but she doesn't have time to really ponder anything here. All she knows is that she doesn't have to be totally worried about Claude in a fight, and that means she does move. When the creature's attention starts to turn towards the person that actually manages to sink a sword into its scalding flesh, Ange uses the chance to get out of the way.
Still, it's not like she's fully going to run away and leave Claude to this by himself. Even if he can handle himself in a fight, that doesn't mean he can't use help - and Ange feels like she can get a balance going of not being in the way, yet still being in a position to help.
As the redhead moves from where she was cornered by the monster, she quickly scans the surroundings. The moment Ange spots a fire escape, she reaches for the bottom of the stairs, pulling herself up and rushing up to the platform. It's at least high enough to be out of any direct line of attack, and as she looks down, she sees the creature about to charge Claude after having freed itself from the guy's sword. ]
Oh no, you don't. [ The girl sounds out of breath from the encounter and then the running and climbing following it, but that's not going to stop her. She closes her eyes, her hands glowing golden with magic, and a moment later blood-red demonic portals appear right underneath where the creature is running. Golden chains made out of light reach out of them, wrapping themselves around the hound and holding it in place, stopping it right in its tracks. ]
[ Claude has never been one who enjoys the fight like others did. Classmates like Dimitri and Felix seemed to gain some sort of visceral glee from the whole affair, and others like Raphael took to warfare as readily as he did eating, made for the whole pursuit in a way that Claude simply was not.
But that doesn't mean that Claude doesn't still enjoy it in his own right, especially when it's a monster's life he's cutting short and not the life of some poor young man roped into a conflict beyond his comprehension. There's something viscerally exciting about being able to plunge into a simple fight like this: no complications, no puzzles to be solved, just himself, a sword --
And someone from afar providing magical assistance in a way that makes him yearn for home, even if this is very different magic from what he's used to. He startles for a moment, eyes wide as he takes in the golden chains (he'd almost thought he was the one about to be dragged into hell!) but he shakes it off as quickly as he can muster. ]
Right!
[ When the hell did she learn how to do that? What are those? What else can she do?
No, no. Focus, Claude! He wills himself to shove all questions to the back of his mind and goes in for the kill. The sound of his boots against the pavement is deafening in his skull as he sprints back towards the creature, heavy sword held aloft in both hands, knuckles gone white as he lunges forward and spears it between the ribs. It shrieks in dismay, spraying liquid-hot plasma from the cracks in its skin as it rears back, sharp claws cleaving at the air. ]
[ At first there is relief when she witnesses Claude's body sink into the monster. Ange may not be an expert at combat of this kind, but she's pretty sure that must have struck something that would down the monster and prevent it from getting up again.
.. except she was wrong, apparently. Maybe not majorly wrong, since Claude seems as surprised as her about the whole thing. But the monster still acts like it's only wounded, rather than on the brink of death. Ange can feel it tugging at the chains that she's trying to bind it with, sending a jolt through her, but she knows she can't let go of the magic, even though it's hard. If she'd release the monster now, it would try to chomp Claude's face right off, and she can't have that happen.
So the girl focuses even more, puts even more of her power into the chains. Something trinkles down her nose, across her lips, spilling drops of blood onto the ground, but she doesn't pay it any mind. ]
I don't know, but-- [ She sucks in a sharp breath. ] If there's another heart, you better stab it quickly! I can't hold it for much longer!
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Date: 2024-11-24 10:08 am (UTC)Still, it's not like she's fully going to run away and leave Claude to this by himself. Even if he can handle himself in a fight, that doesn't mean he can't use help - and Ange feels like she can get a balance going of not being in the way, yet still being in a position to help.
As the redhead moves from where she was cornered by the monster, she quickly scans the surroundings. The moment Ange spots a fire escape, she reaches for the bottom of the stairs, pulling herself up and rushing up to the platform. It's at least high enough to be out of any direct line of attack, and as she looks down, she sees the creature about to charge Claude after having freed itself from the guy's sword. ]
Oh no, you don't. [ The girl sounds out of breath from the encounter and then the running and climbing following it, but that's not going to stop her. She closes her eyes, her hands glowing golden with magic, and a moment later blood-red demonic portals appear right underneath where the creature is running. Golden chains made out of light reach out of them, wrapping themselves around the hound and holding it in place, stopping it right in its tracks. ]
Get it, Claude!
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Date: 2024-12-03 09:48 am (UTC)But that doesn't mean that Claude doesn't still enjoy it in his own right, especially when it's a monster's life he's cutting short and not the life of some poor young man roped into a conflict beyond his comprehension. There's something viscerally exciting about being able to plunge into a simple fight like this: no complications, no puzzles to be solved, just himself, a sword --
And someone from afar providing magical assistance in a way that makes him yearn for home, even if this is very different magic from what he's used to. He startles for a moment, eyes wide as he takes in the golden chains (he'd almost thought he was the one about to be dragged into hell!) but he shakes it off as quickly as he can muster. ]
Right!
[ When the hell did she learn how to do that? What are those? What else can she do?
No, no. Focus, Claude! He wills himself to shove all questions to the back of his mind and goes in for the kill. The sound of his boots against the pavement is deafening in his skull as he sprints back towards the creature, heavy sword held aloft in both hands, knuckles gone white as he lunges forward and spears it between the ribs. It shrieks in dismay, spraying liquid-hot plasma from the cracks in its skin as it rears back, sharp claws cleaving at the air. ]
Does two heads mean two hearts too?!
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Date: 2024-12-07 04:05 pm (UTC).. except she was wrong, apparently. Maybe not majorly wrong, since Claude seems as surprised as her about the whole thing. But the monster still acts like it's only wounded, rather than on the brink of death. Ange can feel it tugging at the chains that she's trying to bind it with, sending a jolt through her, but she knows she can't let go of the magic, even though it's hard. If she'd release the monster now, it would try to chomp Claude's face right off, and she can't have that happen.
So the girl focuses even more, puts even more of her power into the chains. Something trinkles down her nose, across her lips, spilling drops of blood onto the ground, but she doesn't pay it any mind. ]
I don't know, but-- [ She sucks in a sharp breath. ] If there's another heart, you better stab it quickly! I can't hold it for much longer!