locke cole (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lockecole) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
"Get down!!" He must have torn his esophagus when he shouted that at the kid beside him and before he knew it, the Wing Edge had been sent off to a flying frenzy towards the big chunk of green and it landed with a sharp, ugly slash right up the corner of the long lip, breaking the Malboro's momentum and sending it down to the lower seats. Seriously now, what the hell was that?! Locke was expecting something like a Flare or an Ultima spell or hell, maybe even a Holy, anything that would break the chandelier and send the Malboro down but whatever that achey-o is, Locke didn't want it anymore. Receiving a face-full of teeth and ugly is definitely not part of the plan of taking it down.
The Wing Edge attached itself to his palm surely upon its return and he said with wide eyes to the black-haired boy, "Keep your distance and cover me! I'll attack it head on." And don't try that achey-o spell again, please, he wanted to add.
Locke left him to his own devices the moment he hopped onto the barrier between the seats and the height and let his Wing Edge took flight again as he dropped himself down to where the Malboro scrambled to its tentacles. The moment his hands were free, he slipped out the red-veined Ragnarok sword from his sheath and brought it over to his left shoulder. His Wing Edge had cut off one of its eyes and he'd managed to slash clean three of its tentacles upon contact.
But one of them caught him by his ankle, and with a yelp, he was sent flying backwards to the empty stage.