[Right as Dazai gave the order, the tree across the path from them exploded from gunfire. Within moments, the Archer would find them and shred them to bits with whatever hail of bullets they were using.
Time to act.
Letting go of Dazai, Bedivere sprung out of their hiding place, running through the trees and ducking around to Archer's side. He knew the Archer would shoot in response, and Bedivere didn't want Dazai to get hit in the middle of the fight. Even if he had recovered quickly earlier, he would need longer to recover from actual bullet wounds.
Once he was out on the path that went through the trees, Archer in his sights, Bedivere began his chant.]
Devour my soul and come forth, o silver shooting star.
[His silver arm began to glow, and the Archer visibly blanched as he realized what Bedivere was doing. He turned and tried to shoot at Bedivere with his cane-gun, but the bullets bounced off harmlessly. That silver arm, it could protect Bedivere while also being used as a weapon. And the way it glowed made it look like a brilliant golden sword.]
...Dead end, Airgetlam!
[He dove in, slashing his arm in a wide motion. It was like he was using his arm as a sword, and the glow seemed to match that use. The raw energy cut into the Archer, making a bit slash across his chest.
Not enough to kill. It wouldn't be enough, not with the class advantage Bedivere was facing. But it was enough to stagger his foe and make him reconsider his actions.
Bedivere stood up properly, taking care to hide just how much that attack had drained him. Dazai would be able to feel it, though. Bedivere had used up most of the mana they had stockpiled last night, and wasn't in a place to fight further. Still, he stood strong and acted like he was uninjured.]
Stand down, Archer. The War hasn't begun in earnest yet. You don't want to be defeated before the final servants are summoned, do you?
[Archer, for his part, made a soft 'che!' sound. Perhaps he would accept retreat for that day.]
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Date: 2020-11-02 04:38 am (UTC)Time to act.
Letting go of Dazai, Bedivere sprung out of their hiding place, running through the trees and ducking around to Archer's side. He knew the Archer would shoot in response, and Bedivere didn't want Dazai to get hit in the middle of the fight. Even if he had recovered quickly earlier, he would need longer to recover from actual bullet wounds.
Once he was out on the path that went through the trees, Archer in his sights, Bedivere began his chant.]
Devour my soul and come forth, o silver shooting star.
[His silver arm began to glow, and the Archer visibly blanched as he realized what Bedivere was doing. He turned and tried to shoot at Bedivere with his cane-gun, but the bullets bounced off harmlessly. That silver arm, it could protect Bedivere while also being used as a weapon. And the way it glowed made it look like a brilliant golden sword.]
...Dead end, Airgetlam!
[He dove in, slashing his arm in a wide motion. It was like he was using his arm as a sword, and the glow seemed to match that use. The raw energy cut into the Archer, making a bit slash across his chest.
Not enough to kill. It wouldn't be enough, not with the class advantage Bedivere was facing. But it was enough to stagger his foe and make him reconsider his actions.
Bedivere stood up properly, taking care to hide just how much that attack had drained him. Dazai would be able to feel it, though. Bedivere had used up most of the mana they had stockpiled last night, and wasn't in a place to fight further. Still, he stood strong and acted like he was uninjured.]
Stand down, Archer. The War hasn't begun in earnest yet. You don't want to be defeated before the final servants are summoned, do you?
[Archer, for his part, made a soft 'che!' sound. Perhaps he would accept retreat for that day.]