[ His eyes widen, and when the boxes begin firing lasers at their opponent, he raises an arm, shielding his eyes from the barrage. The scent of smoke and singed flesh pricks his nose, and he lowers his arm to witness the hooded girl standing between him and an injured, raging beast. ]
And you called me strong.
[ Louis steps forward cautiously, his gaze moving to the beast as it struggles to stand, to the hedges that shudder violently against the heat and smoke, and then, finally, to the boxes poised menacingly above her head.
In such a narrow space, he'd subject to friendly fire if he stepped in front of her. Ranged attacks, it is. But fire? It's unwise, and so he draws a throwing dagger from his belt.
...Compared to whatever she summoned, it's a laughably small blade, but he readies it anyway. ]
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And you called me strong.
[ Louis steps forward cautiously, his gaze moving to the beast as it struggles to stand, to the hedges that shudder violently against the heat and smoke, and then, finally, to the boxes poised menacingly above her head.
In such a narrow space, he'd subject to friendly fire if he stepped in front of her. Ranged attacks, it is. But fire? It's unwise, and so he draws a throwing dagger from his belt.
...Compared to whatever she summoned, it's a laughably small blade, but he readies it anyway. ]