[The face Shuichi makes upon immediately being greeted with talk of more magic shit would probably be pretty funny in any other situation -- it's his nature to be polite and understanding whenever possible, even when people are spouting complete nonsense at him, but goddamn this irrational fantasy stuff everyone else has apparently just immediately accepted is getting really old. It's a brief war between grimacing and just awkwardly faking a smile and shaking his head, made worse by his panting as he catches his breath.]
Uh, no. But I have this.
[He holds up his sword, blade still glowing, and shrugs. "Holy spells" or "light artifact" as Revan had called it, whatever. He can grapple with the bullshit later, for now he has evidence of it being effective against the cloaked monsters and that's what matters right now, that feeling of dread indicating it's probably gonna be needed real soon.
And speak of the devil: shit.]
M-move!
[He abruptly grabs Bart's arm to yank him forward, further away from the phantom monster thing that just suddenly rounded the corner with an rattling hiss, his other arm lifting the sword in a smooth instinctual motion to ward off its lunge towards them.]
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Uh, no. But I have this.
[He holds up his sword, blade still glowing, and shrugs. "Holy spells" or "light artifact" as Revan had called it, whatever. He can grapple with the bullshit later, for now he has evidence of it being effective against the cloaked monsters and that's what matters right now, that feeling of dread indicating it's probably gonna be needed real soon.
And speak of the devil: shit.]
M-move!
[He abruptly grabs Bart's arm to yank him forward, further away from the phantom monster thing that just suddenly rounded the corner with an rattling hiss, his other arm lifting the sword in a smooth instinctual motion to ward off its lunge towards them.]