[The rough ride, for obvious reasons, doesn't lull him into a serene state that accompanies the sense of falling that he experiences whenever he jumps off a bridge to float on the Ooka River. However, this does mean he's doubled his focus on the fight before him, a vicious squeeze running through his chest whenever Bedivere's noticeably struggling.
A spear's reach is long, and this Servant's caliber is... something else. The laurel-like crown circling her head, the elaborate armor covering her arms and legs, the otherworldly shimmer of the thick tip of her weapon...
Bedivere sailing past him makes his heart stop. He has to remind himself to breathe, gaze darting from the knight crashing behind him to the one preparing for a kill.
Inexplicably, a faint smile graces his lips.]
Ah. To be killed by a beautiful woman.
[What a shame. Had he not met Bedivere, he would've tried his luck.
Instead, Dazai trusts the wind lifting the umbrella to keep it upright as he pulls himself up - or the umbrella down - and uses both the force and the change of direction Bedivere's path provided in an attempt to swing like a pendulum. Once the adrenaline's died down, his shoulders and arms will be an aching mess, but that's the last thing on his mind when he launches himself in Bedivere's general direction.
Breaking a leg at this point will be very inconvenient, but it sure beats having to see his knight's crying face.]
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A spear's reach is long, and this Servant's caliber is... something else. The laurel-like crown circling her head, the elaborate armor covering her arms and legs, the otherworldly shimmer of the thick tip of her weapon...
Bedivere sailing past him makes his heart stop. He has to remind himself to breathe, gaze darting from the knight crashing behind him to the one preparing for a kill.
Inexplicably, a faint smile graces his lips.]
Ah. To be killed by a beautiful woman.
[What a shame. Had he not met Bedivere, he would've tried his luck.
Instead, Dazai trusts the wind lifting the umbrella to keep it upright as he pulls himself up - or the umbrella down - and uses both the force and the change of direction Bedivere's path provided in an attempt to swing like a pendulum. Once the adrenaline's died down, his shoulders and arms will be an aching mess, but that's the last thing on his mind when he launches himself in Bedivere's general direction.
Breaking a leg at this point will be very inconvenient, but it sure beats having to see his knight's crying face.]