#bladedspite

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the ultimate character growth is felix being invited to these lancer towards the house leader tea times

@bladedspite​  /  meme:

“I am not in favor of this modern mania for turning bad people into good people at a moment’s notice.”

“ i could not agree more,  felix. ”  ferdinand had been content to polish his armor in silence, given his sole company in the knight’s hall.  felix is and never was much of a conversationalist; but the passing comments ----- of armor,  of swords,  of war ----- have coaxed a dialogue out of him at last,  it seems. 

ferdinand plucks a faded silk handkerchief from his pocket.  he swathes his hands in its wrinkles, scrubbing maintenance oil from fingers long-stained with it.  felix will never admit it,  ferdinand thinks,  but there is something that encroaches on understanding between them,  in moments like this. 

@bladedspite​ asked:

you killed me two times. meet me in the training yard.

ON GOD??? hilda vc: it’s not my fault!! | sorta unprompted & always accepting !!!

@bladedspite​ said: ❝  that would be very noble — but i can’t be that man.  ❞

          ❛ it’s not about it being noble --- it’s about doing the right thing ! ❜ she didn’t expect that response, but, even less, she didn’t expect her own ire at the sound of that answer. as one who made it her duty to keep an eye on their former class and their allies, it became incredibly frustrating when one made that job more difficult for her.

@bladedspite​​ said:

[ tug ] (felix has chosen death)

violent reaction prompts ( accepting )

a smart fighter knows that long hair is an opening. especially when said hair is long enough to reach their opponent’s knees and flows behind her as she fights; the tactic is sound, for all intents and purposes.  so, when felix’s fingers grip the hair close to her skull and wrench her head back in an attempt to immobilize her so that she cannot stand back up, hellhound is not surprised; it’s a scrapper tactic, he must have learned it from the professor or another mercenary. and, granted, it does pull her in a difficult position, one knee grinding into the floor, eyes unable to see the opponent behind her and holding her in place.  but she can estimate intelligently enough where to aim to land a hard elbow to the groin and use the loss of grip and momentum to flip felix over her head, tossing him to the floor in front of her on his back. only when her boot presses down on his chest does the woman lean over, allowing the battle-haze to clear from her mind with the barest flicker of a smug expression.