Of Ash and Ruin, part3
11) Devil's Inferno
While useful in combat (a touch slow, but devistating in a vicious sort of way) it double as practicle. As a fire starter it was better than a tinder, spared him the indignaty of rubbing of two pieces of wood together and praying that friction and the mercy of the wind would be enough, and it could (if used with utmost care) be used to dry clean his uniforms. Quickly, dry clean, always good when running about the world. Another plus was that when wood was scarce and he wanted say.. toast, or toasted sandwitches, he could use the Arte to cook.
12) Fang Blade Havoc
Like a hand in a glove the attack glowed from one move to the other. Leep with blade extended, sweep sword up as you ascended, descend with the boot leading. It came without forethought, learning, or effort. Right as could be, it was a suitable tech, efficiant and both vicious and just a touch cruel.
13) Fang Blade Rage
"The trick," he'd expaliend to his curious Master with a shrug that set the young Cantor's priestly robes to rustling, "is all in the leap. You leap only so high, lead the victum higher than your own ascent with the sweep of the blade. It's pivital that you land first. Before touching down you have to have the Raging Blade charging so that when the victum falls you can easily release."
Tapping his finger against perused lips, Asch the Bloody considered his room mate in Daath's medical center. Something like pity touched his face as the Lion groaned and writhered on his cot across the room. Still, pity or not, the misplaced noble's next word came and with them came a smile.
"If Largo hadn't bent over double when my blade slashed him the blast would have got him in the chest, not in the head. Considering the thickness of the Black Lion's skull he should be fine. Concussed," Asch amended, brightly. "but fine."
14) Lightning blade
"God General Asch the Bloody is being delayed." Sync explained with a vicious smirk.
To that Arietta giggled, giggles became odd sounding "murf"s and snorts as she clapped one hand over her traiterous mouth. Even Legretta, cool untouchable Legretta, cracked a smile at Sync's understatement. To that, Van rose an eyebrow, but did not rise to properly glare down at his giggly underlings.
"Am I missing something?" Van asked cooly, hoping that by tone alone he could stem any other shows of... immaturity.
"The F... Fon tech machines that malfunctioned were destroyed." Largo reported dutifully, the Black Lion's voice was half choked with laughter, his lips were twitching wildly, so much so that Van half thought that the man's expression might be some sort of precurser to a siezure.
"Then where's Asch?" Strained silence and smothered smiles were their response. Heaving a sigh, Van snapped the obvious destination and perhaps got closer to the source of their cheer for those poorly hidden smiles got a little wider all around. "The medical wing?" Van grated out. "Was he wounded during the operation and sent to the medical wing?"
To that Sync coughed sharply and Arietta giggled despite the hand. To the children's continued show of mirth Van's patience with his subordinants trickled between his fingers, almost fully spent. Fingers drumming a restless tune on the arm of his chair, the Commidant waited. Waited for an expalination, or for some sanity to come back into his underlings. All he recieved was evasion. Legretta studiously studied the ground, Arietta and Sync snickered like adolecences in the throes of their first practicle joke, and Largo let out a booming laugh that he couldn't turn into a cogh in time. Sensing the lethaly low level of patience in his superior, Largo set one hand on Arietta's shoulder, the other on Syncs, and choked out somethiong about "watching the children". They quick marched out, and when the door to Van's Belkend office hissed closed they burst out in to wild laughter.
Only Legretta remained, chewing her lips to avoid laughing, and pointedly not looking at her supperior.
"He's capable of sumoning the second fonons as lighting while attacking with his sword simutaniously." Legretta reported, perhaps imaging some tenure of concern to Van's face when he looked up sharply at that startling revilation, she hastened to assure. "He's fine, just... frizled."
Not quite understaing Van tipped his head in mute inquiry. To that Legretta contineud, or rather elaborated.
"Well sir..." A cough, eyes that almost settled on him skittered away. "As Arietta said during the time of the... incident... he looks like a... a Liger having a bad fur day."
"Frizzled.." Van repeated dully.
"Yes sir, very much so... The... the hair you understand. It's so long and standing all on end and all..."
Closing his eyes with a irritated sigh, Van smirked despite himself. It was the closest he'd gotten to laughing in years and years.
"A Liger having a bad fur day?" Van repeated slowly, carefully, least his expressionless facade shater under the force of budding sniggers.
"He's got another foot or two form the experience, at least until the hair settles." Letretta reported duitifully, eyes dancing though she did not quite dare to laugh aloud.
"How?" Van managed, daring nothing more, knowing if he did he would laugh.
"He missed."