[He takes the shoulder check, the strength behind it shoving him backwards quite a bit, but his wicked grin doesn't cease. However, he hadn't expected what happens next, understanding now why Diluc has forced some distance between the two of them.
Diluc transforms right before his very eyes, and he can feel the terror stir in the pit of his stomach. So this is the true strength of a mythical creature turned reality. Though a part of him tell him to run, most of him feels a euphoria and excitement at the idea of fighting such a creature. There's no way that he can take Diluc on now, not as he is currently.
When the vampire rushes him, as the fire threatens to burn away his flesh by proximity alone, he uses his full power to survive it. The blade that reflects the starry night sky comes up to block the dark claymore that comes for him, a clang that rings out and echos throughout the landscape around them.
Dark energy surges forward, and a clawed hand holding onto the hilt of Tartaglia's sword emerges, his voice low and guttural as opposed to the high baritone he usually has.]
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Diluc transforms right before his very eyes, and he can feel the terror stir in the pit of his stomach. So this is the true strength of a mythical creature turned reality. Though a part of him tell him to run, most of him feels a euphoria and excitement at the idea of fighting such a creature. There's no way that he can take Diluc on now, not as he is currently.
When the vampire rushes him, as the fire threatens to burn away his flesh by proximity alone, he uses his full power to survive it. The blade that reflects the starry night sky comes up to block the dark claymore that comes for him, a clang that rings out and echos throughout the landscape around them.
Dark energy surges forward, and a clawed hand holding onto the hilt of Tartaglia's sword emerges, his voice low and guttural as opposed to the high baritone he usually has.]
H͔̺̺e̘̙͕h̫͉̦.͍̝ F̦͎̼o̡̝̙r̺̞c͉̘i̺͉̘n͍͇g̞͖ m͎͉͕e͓̘̪ t͓̙o͍͉̘ g̟͉o͖̦͙ t͙͉̦h̟̝̘i̢̻̟ș̙ f͚͓̪a̺͓͖r͕͓͕.̘͚͖.̡͇̼.̡̞͎I͓̞̠'͓̫̪m͚͍͙ i̢̼̙m̙͚p̢̦͉r͎͖͍e̪̞͍s̡̟͖s͔̝̞e̝̘͙d͖͚͜.̝̼͚
[Parrying upward, his blades quickly form into his polearm once more, thrusting it forward to strike.]