Uh oh.. ( now he fucked up, he sure did. caster knows that he should be more careful with his words but he's as stupid as the rest, saying whatever that comes to mind hoping it's offensive but perhaps.. there's words he shouldn't say. honestly, this must be where he dies? he can feel it? his young, magus life, just coming to an end.. he didn't even get to see the last human's dream ..
what a horrible way to die! her finger presses against the fabric of his clothes, she may be prideful but she doesn't handle things any better than he does. ) You didn't have to ask for my help! Even if this wasn't the case, I would have caught you regardless!
( ears twitch, earrings moving in tandem and don't act like he didn't hear that incantation! there's a complete 180 turn as he's quickly falling down to his knees, placing his hands together in prayer that she'll leave him alone. it's a cowardice move but it's helped him in the past — for being a wise magus, he doesn't think to tap into his clairvoyance to take a peek of what may happen so instead — )
Forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Don't kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm a beautiful and handsome nobodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! ( there's a smack of something rough against his head, the sound of heavy item smacking against the ground and he's already feeling a red mark blossoming on the area of his forehead. he's looking towards the ground, picking up the rock that's been thrown at him to analyze the weapon and should he feel embarrassed for begging for his life because of this? he should be, but he's not. )
You could have made this bigger... ( he holds the rock tightly in one hand, pressing a kiss against the back and there's a small faint glow of purple that emanates from inside his palm and once he opens it, there's nothing but flower petals left over. as if the pink and purple pieces have a mind of their own, they float from his hand and makes a circle around gwenhwyfar before carrying off with the wind. he slowly raises back to his feet, flowers blooming around his shoes as he takes a step towards the female and in return he knocks his knuckles against her forehead where he had been hit with the rock, as if instilling knowledge while giving her a word of advice. ) Incantations in battles are too slow and will never get the job down, just summon a sword and wack things — ( as soon as he says that however, a light forms in his hand taking on the form of a sword covered in a bright aura around the blade but the hilt remains blue and gold. it's only for show but that is excalibur that he's holding, showing how simple it is to summon a weapon before it disappears right after. )
So you can smack me silly before I run my mouth, okay? ( at least it's better than hoping that she's not going to summon a boulder to crush him with. )
he may not hear the end of this but anyone would have done the same in this position
what a horrible way to die! her finger presses against the fabric of his clothes, she may be prideful but she doesn't handle things any better than he does. ) You didn't have to ask for my help! Even if this wasn't the case, I would have caught you regardless!
( ears twitch, earrings moving in tandem and don't act like he didn't hear that incantation! there's a complete 180 turn as he's quickly falling down to his knees, placing his hands together in prayer that she'll leave him alone. it's a cowardice move but it's helped him in the past — for being a wise magus, he doesn't think to tap into his clairvoyance to take a peek of what may happen so instead — )
Forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Don't kill meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I'm a beautiful and handsome nobodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!! ( there's a smack of something rough against his head, the sound of heavy item smacking against the ground and he's already feeling a red mark blossoming on the area of his forehead. he's looking towards the ground, picking up the rock that's been thrown at him to analyze the weapon and should he feel embarrassed for begging for his life because of this? he should be, but he's not. )
You could have made this bigger... ( he holds the rock tightly in one hand, pressing a kiss against the back and there's a small faint glow of purple that emanates from inside his palm and once he opens it, there's nothing but flower petals left over. as if the pink and purple pieces have a mind of their own, they float from his hand and makes a circle around gwenhwyfar before carrying off with the wind. he slowly raises back to his feet, flowers blooming around his shoes as he takes a step towards the female and in return he knocks his knuckles against her forehead where he had been hit with the rock, as if instilling knowledge while giving her a word of advice. ) Incantations in battles are too slow and will never get the job down, just summon a sword and wack things — ( as soon as he says that however, a light forms in his hand taking on the form of a sword covered in a bright aura around the blade but the hilt remains blue and gold. it's only for show but that is excalibur that he's holding, showing how simple it is to summon a weapon before it disappears right after. )
So you can smack me silly before I run my mouth, okay? ( at least it's better than hoping that she's not going to summon a boulder to crush him with. )