{ since his weapon is a fiddly one, being flexible and fast is pretty much the best way to keep himself safe. unlike samson's guns, ruth's blades and issac's scythe he can't slice through his opponent with a chain. it's made to restrain. to hold someone or something down.
having two archangel's backing is a rarity though. one that has entitled him to the title prodigy amongst some of the top people at the church.
and it's the second archangel chipp will get a chance to witness now those pipes come flying towards him faster than he can move. instead, he grits his teeth and: } Barachiel, your blessing-!
{ luckily he doesn't really need the words other than to strengthen his conviction when using the powers of the blessings. a shield of light forms on his arm as he holds it up, crouching to protect himself. even from the distance the large symbol, Enchonian letter in the middle of it, will be very clear.
on impact it shatters like glass. ezra ducks, the wing curling around himself to protect him from the rest. }
Shit.
{ the ground at this point is a mess, his arm and leg is likely covered in cuts from what it couldn't protect. at least by making himself smaller it isn't too bad. sabriel's blessing will heal it soon enough.
and he's ran with worse. literally.
the impact kicked up dirt and dust from the ground around him so it likely gives him some seconds to pull himself together, to pick himself up off the floor. one step. another step. and then he's speeding up again, putting everything into this last rush. his own manna will wear out if he keeps this up, he doesn't have an infinite supply either.
after so many steps he kicks into the ground, this time he does fly up, fully intending to use himself like a missile instead this time. }
Please be enough.
{ this time the prayer isn't to any of his patrons, it's to himself, as camael's chain flies through the air, whips down towards chipp fully intending to wrap around him. if it does manage to grab him at all, he'll use that as an extra push as he propels himself down.
fist first.
if he misses, it'll likely break his arm with the impact it'll make with the ground. but he really doesn't want to do more when it comes down to it than knock the guy out. he knows if he uses the wing itself he could accidentally slice him in two.
he doesn't want that on his own conscience either. }
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having two archangel's backing is a rarity though. one that has entitled him to the title prodigy amongst some of the top people at the church.
and it's the second archangel chipp will get a chance to witness now those pipes come flying towards him faster than he can move. instead, he grits his teeth and: } Barachiel, your blessing-!
{ luckily he doesn't really need the words other than to strengthen his conviction when using the powers of the blessings. a shield of light forms on his arm as he holds it up, crouching to protect himself. even from the distance the large symbol, Enchonian letter in the middle of it, will be very clear.
on impact it shatters like glass. ezra ducks, the wing curling around himself to protect him from the rest. }
Shit.
{ the ground at this point is a mess, his arm and leg is likely covered in cuts from what it couldn't protect. at least by making himself smaller it isn't too bad. sabriel's blessing will heal it soon enough.
and he's ran with worse. literally.
the impact kicked up dirt and dust from the ground around him so it likely gives him some seconds to pull himself together, to pick himself up off the floor. one step. another step. and then he's speeding up again, putting everything into this last rush. his own manna will wear out if he keeps this up, he doesn't have an infinite supply either.
after so many steps he kicks into the ground, this time he does fly up, fully intending to use himself like a missile instead this time. }
Please be enough.
{ this time the prayer isn't to any of his patrons, it's to himself, as camael's chain flies through the air, whips down towards chipp fully intending to wrap around him. if it does manage to grab him at all, he'll use that as an extra push as he propels himself down.
fist first.
if he misses, it'll likely break his arm with the impact it'll make with the ground. but he really doesn't want to do more when it comes down to it than knock the guy out. he knows if he uses the wing itself he could accidentally slice him in two.
he doesn't want that on his own conscience either. }