"I'm going to try," he says to Luka, determination clear in his voice. He had a half a fight with her already that's got him a little nervous about this one, but he's not going to let that show. He takes a deep breath, glancing in Eight's direction when he mutters. He'll have to ask what he meant later, he supposes.
For now, he's briefly stunned as that image appears in his mind, confusion making him pause in place. He doesn't understand what happened there, but he also doesn't want to make Twelve wait. Who knows how long it'd take her to change her mind and disappear again.
He comes to the same clearing as her, pausing as he looks over her giant form. His mind flicks briefly to Gail, his expression darkening slightly. It means that when she presents him with the same challenge as before, he huffs softly.
"Wrestling would be more fun. You'd have to be more my size though," he grumbles to himself as he draws his retracted metal bow out of his vest. The bow catches briefly on a few of the holes in his clothes along the way, and he growls to himself. A second later, he has shrugged the vest off, dropping it off to the side for now.
He starts approaching Twelve with this calm tension a moment later. "Alright, ready. γLet's go.γ"
That last bit is said in his own language, and it's the only warning he gives her before he snaps suddenly forward. He swings the bow, and the force of the swing extends it automatically so that the tip of it will whip against her flank if she doesn't move away.
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For now, he's briefly stunned as that image appears in his mind, confusion making him pause in place. He doesn't understand what happened there, but he also doesn't want to make Twelve wait. Who knows how long it'd take her to change her mind and disappear again.
He comes to the same clearing as her, pausing as he looks over her giant form. His mind flicks briefly to Gail, his expression darkening slightly. It means that when she presents him with the same challenge as before, he huffs softly.
"Wrestling would be more fun. You'd have to be more my size though," he grumbles to himself as he draws his retracted metal bow out of his vest. The bow catches briefly on a few of the holes in his clothes along the way, and he growls to himself. A second later, he has shrugged the vest off, dropping it off to the side for now.
He starts approaching Twelve with this calm tension a moment later. "Alright, ready. γLet's go.γ"
That last bit is said in his own language, and it's the only warning he gives her before he snaps suddenly forward. He swings the bow, and the force of the swing extends it automatically so that the tip of it will whip against her flank if she doesn't move away.