[While he doubted that the flames would be enough to burn the girl, Rosen's demeanor changes when he sees the strange device upon her wrist. Of course, he had no idea what it was, but the magical pressure emanating from the device was enough to put him on edge. Once again, he's vaguely reminded of Luna, except the Dream Witch often taps into her powers by crushing the Star of Arneb within her palms.
It's an eerie similarity, one that he honestly dislikes.]
You're serious about this, huh?
[Rosen growls as the girl transforms into this...thing. He's not sure what it is, but it looks less human and more like another arkana. This is good news, especially since Danu's restrictions have been temporarily lifted. As long as his opponent does not resemble a child or a young girl, he can attack.
However, he finds it difficult to comprehend what is going on here, but Rosen knows that he does not want to lose the advantage. That's why, with a flick of his wrist, a fiery red lance appears out of thin air.]
FINE! [He effortlessly twirls the lance within his hands before pointing towards Night Wild with maddening glee.] It will be my pressure to slit your throat!
[Rosen leaps down from the tree branch, darting towards her like a bolt of lightning, aiming his spear straight at her chest. He moves much faster than any ordinary mortal. It's a little surprising, particularly given Rosen's perceived age.
It's like having a grandfather who travels faster than light. He's that fast.]
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It's an eerie similarity, one that he honestly dislikes.]
You're serious about this, huh?
[Rosen growls as the girl transforms into this...thing. He's not sure what it is, but it looks less human and more like another arkana. This is good news, especially since Danu's restrictions have been temporarily lifted. As long as his opponent does not resemble a child or a young girl, he can attack.
However, he finds it difficult to comprehend what is going on here, but Rosen knows that he does not want to lose the advantage. That's why, with a flick of his wrist, a fiery red lance appears out of thin air.]
FINE! [He effortlessly twirls the lance within his hands before pointing towards Night Wild with maddening glee.] It will be my pressure to slit your throat!
[Rosen leaps down from the tree branch, darting towards her like a bolt of lightning, aiming his spear straight at her chest. He moves much faster than any ordinary mortal. It's a little surprising, particularly given Rosen's perceived age.
It's like having a grandfather who travels faster than light. He's that fast.]