-the spear-wielder looks to Shirou- Teht-keyk... -and pauses for a moment, before pointing its' spear at Pygma- Mahjey'k! Zhohrrxher!
I think the other living being here wants to tell you that I'm a magician. Though I don't really know what that means.
I did cause the dust, though. I touched the trees- I touched this one's people. They didn't like the look of me, but then I didn't see the point in them. They're so simple. And they do something as idiotic as stabbing dirt. -he says, as he pulls the blade from his stomach without flinching-
-and drops it on the ground, from this distance it can be seen that the blade wasn't covered in any kind of blood... just fertile soil-
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That doesn't sound nearly good enough to turn people to dust.-He turns the knob and holds the ball out in front of him-
Maybe it'd be another story if we were dealing with ants or other bugs~! But I don't appreciate doing it to actual people. Simple or not.
Henshin.
-Black flames engulf Shirou for a few moments before bursting away to reveal a new Shirou-
So if you don't mind~! I'll be wiping you out just the same.
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanI'd be intrigued to see if you can. I think I'd almost want it to be honest.
These simple weapons haven't done it though.
-Pygma isn't adopting a combat stance at all-
-while the lone survivor is very blown away by SUDDEN black flames-
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Are you seeking death~? Normally it's against my beliefs to be the enact that, but I don't think anyone will mind.-More black flames appear in the air in front of him, bursting away into the form of a katana-
Now don't be disappointed~! It may look like an ordinary sword, but it's guaranteed to harm even the most bullheaded spirits~.
-He leaps overhead and comes down on Pygma, attempting to slash him vertically down the middle-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Pygma stands still-
-and gets bisected, starting to fall apart, dirt pooling on the ground-
-before that abyssal like-skin reforms strands across the divide-
-and Pygma reforms, staying ever so still- I'm not a spirit.
I'm an imitation.
-the survivor's calling to Shirou, with a tone that sounds like it's warning him-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-he disintegrates into dirt from the flurry, the mask falling onto the ground, the robes in tatters-
-though his figure rises again, out of the dirt- filling the mask back up, the impression in the dirt being seen there-
I really don't know how you'll do it. Maybe you should ask someone who isn't a fake like I am.
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-Shirou backs up, getting plain frustrated nothin' seems to be working-Oh, yes, I do enjoy having someone who can dust someone on a whim just walking around, mmhm~!
-He looks back to see if the guy who was already here has decided to beat it-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanSee you again soon. -waves them off-
-struggles in the grip, though manages to score a javelin throw on Pygma just before he gives up and leaves with Shirou-
-Pygma's just casually standing there, waving, with a goddamn spear through his chest-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-the survivor brushes itself off-
-and looks at Shirou, not understanding a word he just said-
-though frustratingly says- Mahjey'k! -with a fist slamming into his palm, as he just frustratingly throws his arms towards the direction they retreated from-
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"... Asian?"