[ He hasn't slept, hasn't stopped, seems to be running on some kind of frenetic energy whose existence he won't question so long as he can keep going. There's a cold ache in his bones, now, that he can't seem to parse no matter how it persists, so he tunes it out. Woods pass by in a blur, paths giving way to grass and sky unraveling colours overhead. But the Tease are the only things that exist in this space. It's easy to see when they stop, when the swarms begin to condense into each other.
As far as Tyki's concerned, there's little warning. A shadow straying out of place, a movement through the thin light, the glint of a wide blade viciously straight in Allen's hand and slicing outward. It's all the advance notice there is before an explosion goes hurtling towards the butterflies. Because if this is about playing fair, the stakes had been set out months ago
( ... )
[Being in Luceti hasn't yet had time to make him soft. Probably never will, what with the Exorcist here. Tyki Mikk, for all of his selishness, will still hold up the name of Noah.
Thus, by the time Allen strikes, Tyki is already gone. That familiar Tease-shaped shield already covers his right hand as he crouches at an angle in midair, staring down at that ridiculous, clownish Innocence.]
What's wrong, boy? Upset?
[Tyki doesn't stay still for longer than a moment, however. Immediately after he speaks he's moving, a larger Tease blooming in his left hand. It opens its mouth to fire a laser Allen should be well familiar with.]
[ Repetition, repetition. He swings the sword to block it automatically, then turns. The cloak flares, ribbons surging upward: Clown Belt snaps out towards Tyki's arm, aiming to yank him down and close. ]
[Second verse, same as the first, hm? Tyki recognizes this particular snare, and he isn't caught by surprise, this time. However, it's still fast. And, to some extent, he can use it to his advantage.
Feigning a small amount of irritation when the belt encircles his arm, Tyki allows himself to be drawn in closer, finally setting foot on the ground again.
But once he's near, he simply smiles.]
You want me to just tell you? Come now, boy. You should have figured that out on your own before you came here. I won't excuse your laziness just because you've been busy.
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As far as Tyki's concerned, there's little warning. A shadow straying out of place, a movement through the thin light, the glint of a wide blade viciously straight in Allen's hand and slicing outward. It's all the advance notice there is before an explosion goes hurtling towards the butterflies. Because if this is about playing fair, the stakes had been set out months ago ( ... )
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Thus, by the time Allen strikes, Tyki is already gone. That familiar Tease-shaped shield already covers his right hand as he crouches at an angle in midair, staring down at that ridiculous, clownish Innocence.]
What's wrong, boy? Upset?
[Tyki doesn't stay still for longer than a moment, however. Immediately after he speaks he's moving, a larger Tease blooming in his left hand. It opens its mouth to fire a laser Allen should be well familiar with.]
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[ Repetition, repetition. He swings the sword to block it automatically, then turns. The cloak flares, ribbons surging upward: Clown Belt snaps out towards Tyki's arm, aiming to yank him down and close. ]
How many?
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Feigning a small amount of irritation when the belt encircles his arm, Tyki allows himself to be drawn in closer, finally setting foot on the ground again.
But once he's near, he simply smiles.]
You want me to just tell you? Come now, boy. You should have figured that out on your own before you came here. I won't excuse your laziness just because you've been busy.
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