🔪- quilge, yeeting his sword bc he knows what'll happen up close //fclsedesires
Stabbing Meme | Accepting!
“Uh?”Giselle paused, surprised when of all things, Kirge launched that blade at her. The sword attack was indeed something that was tactically sound. It was an attack that was launched from a distance where there was virtually no possibility of her blood being splashed on the man. To anyone who had heard third-hand reports about Giselle’s combat abilities, it was a solid plan. But surely, Kirge should know better?
“Oh Kirge. I guess you never did understand me.” She hummed solemnly. Her hand blitzed, blurring as she used hirenkyaku on just her arm, whipping it into place as she promptly caught the blade in her palm, the matrix of Blut Vene crossed along her palm as she snagged the blade by the flat, scraping along her fingertips before coming to a stop just shy of her navel. Did he truly think that her despicable guards and tendency to just get hit by things was something outside of her control? That it was anything but a ruse through which she employed her ability?
“You’re really mean, Kirge Olpie.” Her voice would probably be startling to the man as it dropped any trace of that playful, musical tint to it that she usually used to speak. It was an insult to be honest. That he thought that he could safely attack her from a distance. But more than that, she had admittedly felt a mild kinship with the man. After all, both of them were more eccentric, more unusual among the reich.
“What a coward~ You fear my blood more than you do those hollows? Then again his Majestic Buttface really did seem to slip up on his decision making towards the end. So I guess we should just call him appointing you a Ritter as an early symptom~?”