[Playing coy? He laughs, again, short and sharp. How oblivious was Noctis? How long before his memories returned to him proper? Must he pummel them into the boy's head himself, before he remembered?
Well, he'd be glad to.]
Then let me be blunt.
[Noctis might be pacing backwards, but the greatsword is large and its range long -- if swung in an overhead arc, especially while Ardyn shifts forward, the weapon has the potential to come crashing down directly onto his student. And that's exactly what he attempts to do, with a strength that might be surprising to anyone who was unaware that he possessed the capability.
(Please move, Noctis.)]
You killed me! Is that plain enough for you?
[Something that most might feel bitter about -- strangely enough, though his emotions run high in this moment, having died once by Noctis' hand (he doesn't remember the details of exactly how, he only remembers blades crossing like they did now, and the feeling of his very spirit crumbling away in the aether), the idea of having died does not add to his bitterness.
He's gleeful, almost, the way he says it. It's hard to tell. Ardyn is an array of emotions fluctuating in and out right now, a tide, a storm.]
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Well, he'd be glad to.]
Then let me be blunt.
[Noctis might be pacing backwards, but the greatsword is large and its range long -- if swung in an overhead arc, especially while Ardyn shifts forward, the weapon has the potential to come crashing down directly onto his student. And that's exactly what he attempts to do, with a strength that might be surprising to anyone who was unaware that he possessed the capability.
(Please move, Noctis.)]
You killed me! Is that plain enough for you?
[Something that most might feel bitter about -- strangely enough, though his emotions run high in this moment, having died once by Noctis' hand (he doesn't remember the details of exactly how, he only remembers blades crossing like they did now, and the feeling of his very spirit crumbling away in the aether), the idea of having died does not add to his bitterness.
He's gleeful, almost, the way he says it. It's hard to tell. Ardyn is an array of emotions fluctuating in and out right now, a tide, a storm.]