This time, the impact does not throw Brutus back into the wall, but rather shoves him into the ground. In his wake, he leaves a crude, shallow rut in the ground marking his path. The rut glows faint red for a while, and then fades.
And then, from his face-down, prone position the butler looks up, slow, as though to contemplate just how hard he'd been hit. Though, his face is plain for all to see, on the battlefield and off.
The butler's trademark winning smile. To the untrained eye, the smile of a successful businessman, a smile of a top male model, a smile of a bachelor prince with his pick of wives to look forward to. To those who knew him best, the smile of a murderer, after killing has gotten easy.
The fade in his aura is slight, as his suit is supernaturally stitched back to perfection, but afterward, his red glows bright once again. And even as he wipes the blood from his mouth, runs a hand through his black hair to put it back straight, picks up the drilling Greatsword, his smile doesn't leave him.
Not even as he utters the words, "
Enyo's Impetus".
Babaraina's blade becomes stationary again, and there is a bright white shiver of light from the blade's tip to the hilt. And from the ambient air, the slightest wisps of flow toward the Greatsword's aura, deepening the red to near hypnotic beauty and fierceness. And the red would only be more fiercely radiant as slashing scars of it soared through the air in waves, now pure bloodshed mixed with rage, to barrage the Marvelous Miscreant.
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Last post for tonight; sleepy. Good fight, so far, though, right? Let's continue tomorrow.
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“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…” --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)