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 Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 8:11 pm
If only Nysa had more of an appreciation for American sports, he might have been inclined to call out HOME RUN. However, that was clearly not his style. However, he was quite relieved to be free from the youma's grasps.
He briefly fingered the part of his sash that had gotten torn, but tried to make it quick, as to not upset his ally even further. He glanced to the rose-haired girl and commented "You have quite the swing, Miss Euanthe. I thank you for your assistance." He smiled to her apologetically before moving his eyes back to the youma.
"Do you think you would be able to manage such a hit again, my dear? I can distract it again...and I promise I will not allow myself to lose sight of this creature again." Despite his promises of keeping his eyes on the monster, his eyes at the moment were upon the girl's, trying to ensure that she was indeed up for a second round with the youma.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:40 am
[[ Can I just preface this post by saying that Nysa is an amazing, magnificent creature and I can't even deal?? Seriously. I have been waiting all week to reply to this RP. He was nearly stabbed in the chest by a monster and he examines his clothes f;lsdfds he doesn't want to further upset her omg I can't even-- ]]
It was a shame Euanthe couldn't see the look on her own face, because she probably would've described it as "priceless" and clearly Nysa was too polite to do that for her. But it really was, an indescribable mixture of bewilderment, fear, anger... and even some awe. It was a good thing Nysa, by his very existence, was utterly confounding, because it meant that only later would she begin to wonder whether his assessment of her performance could've been construed as an insult.
"I can do that," Euanthe confirmed with a small nod, her voice hoarse. When she looked at the youma to see what damage she'd done to it she was met with a somewhat cheering sight - it was already righting itself where it fell, but the way its legs flailed about in the process told Euanthe that it had to be at least somewhat dazed. Euanthe's eyes met with his once more. "You're... going to be ok?" His promise to not let himself get caught was one thing, she was speaking emotionally. Granted, he didn't seem to be frazzled by his previous close encounter in the slightest, but it was in her nature to make sure.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:55 pm
If he was to gather anything from the way the senshi spoke, it was that she perhaps was not adjusted to having others nearly get injured in her company. Her voice demanded reassurance of his safety, as if she was threatening to start crying if he did not.
"I assure you, Miss Euanthe... I will be more mindful of the youma." Were he less of a gentleman, he might have attempted something intimate, such and grabbing onto her hand and squeezing it to give her the comfort she seemed to need. However, he instead used two fingers and gently touched the bottom of her chin, almost as if patting it for such comfort. It was definitely less derogatory than such a pat on the head, like a child might receive.
With that, he zipped off for a moment, passing the youma towards one side. Once he was on the other side, he skidded to a halt, his shoes easily scraping against the concrete beneath them. Keeping his body facing the youma, his legs took to the En Garde stance, only preparing his lower half for the fencing he had practiced for years.
"Come now, youma... please do show me that you have more of a fight in you" he stated initially as if to challenge the monster. Yet, to ensure he had the creature's undivided attention, the Page began to hum out a tune as loudly as he could.
Nysa was now ready, his eyes intently watching the youma's movements, prepared to move accordingly.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 11:54 am
What a strange, strange boy, Euanthe thought as she broke into a small, strained smile. The tap under her chin was more perplexing than reassuring (like much of her interactions with Nysa thus far), but that in itself was a sort of comfort given that it gave her something new to think on. She trusted him. She promised herself she wouldn't fail him.
The youma was back on its feet now, tapping them irritably in the Page's direction, though still hesitating. Perhaps it was thinking that the last time it chased Nysa and caught him, it had received an unpleasant knock to the head as a reward and so was a little reluctant to try again. Nevertheless, its attention was focused solely on him, it seemed even more intent on catching him than ever. Maybe it wanted revenge, Euanthe thought. Or maybe she was just anthropomorphizing a brainless fiend. Whatever. If ever there were a good time to use her magic, Euanthe decided that time was now. The bowstring-like tension of the battle seemed at the point of snapping - everything would be decided in this next round.
"Kiss of Tragic Fault!" Euanthe called out her attack as quietly as she could get away with, not wanting to ruin the advantage Nysa was giving her. With the bottle in one hand she tapped her lips with the other and let the attack fly - at the same time the youma finally decided to make its move. The little beam of light hit empty pavement and the youma swerved wildly from side to side as it charged Nysa. Whether it was consciously trying to confuse him or was just still a little loopy from getting knocked around was anyone's guess. Euanthe let out a little cry of frustration and chased after it, both hands wrapped around the neck of the bottle in preparation for another swing - this one she hoped would be deadly. Euanthe trusted Nysa would know how to lead the thing into a vulnerable position.
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Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 1:22 pm
For a moment, it seemed as if it was all a waiting game, Nysa offering the bait in a hummed melody, and the youma tapping its legs in his direction. Due to his humming, the lad sincerely had no idea that the senshi had attempted to aid him, the sound of his own noise drowning out her quietly called out magical attack. What he didn't know didn't hurt him, at least it would seem that way for now.
When the youma skittered forward, its movements going from side to side rather than in a direct manner, the boy kept his eyes on the motions. He did not want to get fooled by a potential Broken Time tactic, but so far it seemed as if there was a discreet pattern in timing. His retreat was quite swift, the moment the youma was within reach, the boy hopped back, landing in a practiced manner upon his feet. With each attempted strike, the boy continued to hop out of the way, reading the movements of the youma quite well, now that he was truly focused.
Eventually, he decided it was time to break the rut of this ongoing movement. Rather than merely dodge in the same pattern as before, the boy this time seemed to lunge towards a gap between the large spider-like creature and the wall. There was no plan to make any contact with the youma, but instead try to get it turned around in a manner which would slow it down briefly.
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