#magebrand

its like i can still hear his voice sometimes. . . 😔

It wasn’t often the friar would find himself in the middle of a battlefield. It wasn’t so much a fight, in truth, it was more like an expedition of hunting down one poor, unfortunate soul. As a holy man, he couldn’t bring himself to allow it---watching men being hunted like animals. Libra prided himself a good fighter, or at least, he was confident in his combat abilities compared to the other abilities he has, lifting his axe with a smooth, flowing notion and putting it between the blade and the long-haired man clutching a book, he successfully took the bandit ( or at least, it was what he assumed ) by surprise, and pushing the man back with little effort needed.  He turns himself to face the raven-black haired man, more than a bit strange--while the priest was not a stranger to the realm of mystical beasts, he had never seen a Laguz, or a branded one, before. ❝Forgive me, I ought to come to your aid sooner. Are you unhurt, might I ask?❞

and of course i know you could have done much betterand i know that i must have been a real fuckin’ nightmaresome rotten mannobody’s savioryour oldest friend

“Of course I didn’t,” Ranulf explained, a small chuckle punctuating his sentence. “It would be too easy. I’d honestly feel a little bad if Ike fell for it. It would never even cross his mind that I was pulling something like that. It wouldn’t be funny at all. It’d just be sad, really. It’s like kicking a puppy, if the puppy happened to be a human and also made of beef.”

                           & the battle wages with the winds of a skyborn tornado, an earthless storm sent forth from the tomes of mercilessness. shigure’s feet grow tired, this endless running beginning to wear on him. he wonders if it shall allow his voice to falter -- he mustn’t slip up. despite his breathlessness, he will, by some means, procure it. he shall offer soren this chance to best the enemy before they greet blade with their downfall. 

“Soren, do you mind if I have a word with you? I know we’re not exactly friends, but... ah, never mind. It’s likely a private subject.”

     ❛ wind magic is the trickiest to parry for me, ❜ the swordsman clarifies, hands on hips. fire burned flesh, but his skin was hardened by the heat of battle, years spent dueling as a gladiator. crackling lightning bolts could electrify his bones, but nothing like the thundering sensation of hearing the simultaneous cheering voices of the arena. but wind—— he never could outrun it, and it could cut deeper than the sharpest of blades  .  .  .  at the most unexpected angles. ❛ i saw you—— you’re talented. i was thinking you could give me tips, based on your knowledge. ❜ / @magebrand!!

            despite her mien of calm, her words are laced with a doubtful concern that she cannot repress.     ❛   ... is this really the best way there is?   ❜     /     @magebrand liked for a starter.