he moves to dodge, and the wings all flap in unison. ryo's feet leave the ground as shadow trails after him, pieces of it falling to the ground almost as if the wings are shedding feathers. whenever a piece lands onto the floor, that spot turns dark, as if the stage is slowly being taken over by shadow.
up above, though, ryo stares intently at scaramouche. his expression is one of neutrality, for now, as he tries to think of what to do next. as he tries to ignore the words that continue on, this time with the voice of someone that a few might recognize:
but the creation did not surpass anything. instead, it fell from the fierce's god good grace and protection. abandoned, alone, and without the divinity that was once promised to it.
ryo raises his hand, and a burst of shadow comes bursting out of it-- there is no distinct shape of it, it's just a straight blast headed right to scaramouche. ]
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he moves to dodge, and the wings all flap in unison. ryo's feet leave the ground as shadow trails after him, pieces of it falling to the ground almost as if the wings are shedding feathers. whenever a piece lands onto the floor, that spot turns dark, as if the stage is slowly being taken over by shadow.
up above, though, ryo stares intently at scaramouche. his expression is one of neutrality, for now, as he tries to think of what to do next. as he tries to ignore the words that continue on, this time with the voice of someone that a few might recognize:
but the creation did not surpass anything. instead, it fell from the fierce's god good grace and protection. abandoned, alone, and without the divinity that was once promised to it.
ryo raises his hand, and a burst of shadow comes bursting out of it-- there is no distinct shape of it, it's just a straight blast headed right to scaramouche. ]