#v; a conflict of gods ⚡ dissidia 012

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Cecil’s eyes widened in concern as the hot-tempered Valkyrie closed the distance between the two of them. Before he could act, make a single thought, she checked him. The Paladin now understood why Cosmos had selected this woman to fight among their ranks: Lightning was impressively strong.

“Gah-!!!” A strangled exclamation escaped his lips in shock at the blow. The sound did not last long, unfortunately, for the swordsman’s mouth was filled with the metallic tang of blood. Cecil grimaced. He must have bitten through his tongue in the process. He quickly drew his pale hands up to cover his face in quick examination of his features. Upon quick inspection it felt like his features were just fine. He’d only have to deal with a peculiar red mark that would stick out on his paper white skin like a sore thumb. It was his tongue that was the true victim.

Cecil righted himself once his inspection was over, turning his head aside to spit the blood from his mouth.

"Duly noted, Lightning. My apologies.”

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  LITHE DIGITS FLEXED AND EXTENDED -- an attempt to lessen the pain that lingered in joints after knuckles had connected with bone. Skin would redden, but putting Cecil in his place was a consequence for which she wouldn’t trade the potential bruise.

  Momentary GUILT -- a fleeting thing that went entirely ignored -- intermingled with a sense of satisfaction over having shown the other that the fairer sex was not to be trifled with -- proving that gender had precious little bearing on one’s capabilities. Perhaps it was silly, to throw LITERAL punches, but his sense of chivalry and the pompousness that crept up alongside it needed to be checked. His world may have been different from her own, but that didn’t mean she needed to endure long-dead notions of women needed protecting -- not if she was meant to share the battlefield with him. ( Though that energy was best spent fighting their comment enemy, not his misogyny. )

    ❛  GOOD.  ❜  Long legs carried the rosette forward several steps before an ICY gaze was cast over her shoulder at the still-stunned paladin.  ❛  YOU COMING OR WHAT ?  ❜  Whether she enjoyed his company mattered not; the sooner their battle for Cosmos ended, the sooner they could get back to their respective homes. 

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