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Several things went through his mind as Asahi watched his spell strike just off from center. First; he would need to work on his accuracy going forward. Second; he needed to stop wasting his spare money on ladies of the night, and instead put it toward buying a sword or something sword like. Lastly; He wondered If Cass' Lightning was going to kill the man. Their spells happened nearly simultaneously, and as he watched; the lightning struck their assailant's chest sending the man flying to the ground. For just a heart beat or two Asahi held a hope that such a cool ass looking spell might have in fact done the trick. However, shit is never so clean and easy.
"Fuck!" Asahi exclaimed in frustration, as the man staggered to his feet. " Fucking, fuck!"
The room's temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees as the man's weapon seemed to be overtaken with ice. This was Asahi's first time seeing an enchanted weapon being used, and especially this close up. The whole thing filled him with a sense of dread, though he did find it pretty impressive. The man renewed his approach then, driving Asahi from his brief musing, and bringing with him a truly biting cold. Asahi had no desire to tangle up with any of that bullshit, but it didn't seem like he really had any other option. He quickly moved away from Cass, trying to force their attacker to split his attention between them. He needed a little time to rebuild his depleted mana, and so took up a very defensive set of movements. He intended to dodge as best he could, and at the same time he resolved himself to face the chance that he could be made into an Asahi-cicle.
As he faced his uncertain fate; one other single thought filled his mind..........................Why an assassin? Why couldn't this have been a friendly ghost?
All this whining despite having prayed for this very sort of thing
"Fuck!" Asahi exclaimed in frustration, as the man staggered to his feet. " Fucking, fuck!"
The room's temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees as the man's weapon seemed to be overtaken with ice. This was Asahi's first time seeing an enchanted weapon being used, and especially this close up. The whole thing filled him with a sense of dread, though he did find it pretty impressive. The man renewed his approach then, driving Asahi from his brief musing, and bringing with him a truly biting cold. Asahi had no desire to tangle up with any of that bullshit, but it didn't seem like he really had any other option. He quickly moved away from Cass, trying to force their attacker to split his attention between them. He needed a little time to rebuild his depleted mana, and so took up a very defensive set of movements. He intended to dodge as best he could, and at the same time he resolved himself to face the chance that he could be made into an Asahi-cicle.
As he faced his uncertain fate; one other single thought filled his mind..........................Why an assassin? Why couldn't this have been a friendly ghost?
All this whining despite having prayed for this very sort of thing