06-17-2010, 05:06 AM
Karomaru prepared his arms for a counter attack. He was unsure of what to do as he knew he was good with a sword but had never used a sickle before; this new Kelderiver wouldn't be very helpful if, "WOAH!" he suddenly gasped as he realized he didn't have time to ponder, the sphere charging at him full head on. He closed his eyes and tensed his muscles to brace for impact, but instead his hands gripped the sickle even harder and then his arms sliced it in an arc, splitting the magical sphere in half, both bits flying past his sides.
Karomaru blinked his eyes open and realized the position he was holding the scythe in, not remembering ever moving. His armor was, aside the initial imperfections, spotless, and he could still freely move. He suddenly felt himself spin the huge sickle single-handedly to put it over his shoulder and behind his back, "I didn't know I was a natural at fighting with this... thing, too..." he said, his covered head looking down at kelderiver's arched blade as it glowed a bright red. He then decided to just trust his instincts and adopt a reaper battle-stance, arching forwards and holding the sickle on his back with one arm while holding out his other arm to face Vook as he fixed his gaze over her, "Please shoot another one again!" he asked the teacher.
(Lounge)
"Some familiars cannot speak our tongue," Dorothy started, "And they sometimes use an ability denominated telepathy to speak with their Masters. More often than not they will use telepathy to speak to their subconscious until the bond between Familiar and Master has tightened enough for both to understand each other," she explained, moving to the other side of the table to pat Tina who was still coloring with crayons on the head, "Until that happens, Kitt, your familiar will communicate with part of your brain that you can't normally activate on your own," she lifted her index as she smiled cutely, getting into the explanation: "Flare is probably her name, and she told you that even if you weren't aware."
Karomaru blinked his eyes open and realized the position he was holding the scythe in, not remembering ever moving. His armor was, aside the initial imperfections, spotless, and he could still freely move. He suddenly felt himself spin the huge sickle single-handedly to put it over his shoulder and behind his back, "I didn't know I was a natural at fighting with this... thing, too..." he said, his covered head looking down at kelderiver's arched blade as it glowed a bright red. He then decided to just trust his instincts and adopt a reaper battle-stance, arching forwards and holding the sickle on his back with one arm while holding out his other arm to face Vook as he fixed his gaze over her, "Please shoot another one again!" he asked the teacher.
(Lounge)
"Some familiars cannot speak our tongue," Dorothy started, "And they sometimes use an ability denominated telepathy to speak with their Masters. More often than not they will use telepathy to speak to their subconscious until the bond between Familiar and Master has tightened enough for both to understand each other," she explained, moving to the other side of the table to pat Tina who was still coloring with crayons on the head, "Until that happens, Kitt, your familiar will communicate with part of your brain that you can't normally activate on your own," she lifted her index as she smiled cutely, getting into the explanation: "Flare is probably her name, and she told you that even if you weren't aware."
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