Creamsteak
Explorer
The whip slashes above the heavens as it beautifully bashes the Altar of the Ancestors; averts the beauty of the abomination!
"My name is Gustaf, good fighter. I'm curious of your history, although we brawl now, there is no need to avoid good talk!"
whips past his opponents arm,
"What history do you have? I am a noble by chance, living with my father made me a bit hard and silent, but I understand coutier's qualities quite well"
slashes above his opponents head, hoping to come down on his shoulder,
"And what say you of quells, and anima, and the like?"
Calls upon the heavens force to empower an Anima thunderbolt to launch at his opponent,
"Do you know the reputation of lord Gustave? His brother Phillippe?"
Gustaf beutifully waves his hand through his hair as he waits for the coming attack,
"And where do you train?"
his fist coming around as he bashes it against a tree, springing off the wood in an attempt to gain air over his opponent,
"And what of your ancestors, I've mentioned mine?"
Calling upon the Altar of the Ancestors, Gustaf hopes to remember the techniques of the long dead Gustave for enough time to hurt this grisled veteran,
"and what do you think of this strange country? is it an abomination, or does it have beuty of its own?"
Gustaf averts his opponents eyes as best he can, then the beauty of Gustaf's plan comes into action, as he tries to defend himself from the abomination.
"My name is Gustaf, good fighter. I'm curious of your history, although we brawl now, there is no need to avoid good talk!"
whips past his opponents arm,
"What history do you have? I am a noble by chance, living with my father made me a bit hard and silent, but I understand coutier's qualities quite well"
slashes above his opponents head, hoping to come down on his shoulder,
"And what say you of quells, and anima, and the like?"
Calls upon the heavens force to empower an Anima thunderbolt to launch at his opponent,
"Do you know the reputation of lord Gustave? His brother Phillippe?"
Gustaf beutifully waves his hand through his hair as he waits for the coming attack,
"And where do you train?"
his fist coming around as he bashes it against a tree, springing off the wood in an attempt to gain air over his opponent,
"And what of your ancestors, I've mentioned mine?"
Calling upon the Altar of the Ancestors, Gustaf hopes to remember the techniques of the long dead Gustave for enough time to hurt this grisled veteran,
"and what do you think of this strange country? is it an abomination, or does it have beuty of its own?"
Gustaf averts his opponents eyes as best he can, then the beauty of Gustaf's plan comes into action, as he tries to defend himself from the abomination.
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