[ frankly, the insult doesn't bother him in the slightest since eliot looks more like royalty than anything else anyway, due to his being a dandy but especially since he's still dressed in a vest, dress shirt, and tie. with how old the language being used is though, something tells eliot that this angry teenager wouldn't know a modern day magician if he saw one anyway, never mind that eliot literally just slammed the snake into the ground like it was no big deal, so.
but anyway, for eliot, the question isn't aimed to contest a cripple being able to fight. eliot was definitely wondering more why the hell this kid would rather continue this when they could be heading elsewhere where they won't have to die today.
but how to. phrase that. hm. ]
I just meant to get to safety, kid. Fight if you want, but don't fight to lose. That's idiotic.
[ with the shadow now coming for him, eliot starts in on using actual battle magic since, having lost someone dear recently, the potency of his focused magic is far stronger. eliot gestures signals with his arms and hands, realigning his focus in order to release a charged attack. while the serpent draws nearer, he bides his time, waiting for the right moment.
when it comes, he releases the spell, twisting his wrists and thrusting his palms outward, a charged sphere of fire and kinetic energy hurtling toward the creature. sparks fly as the mass strikes, and the beast hisses and writhes angrily in pain, tail thrashing about and flailing dangerously close to ivar. ]
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but anyway, for eliot, the question isn't aimed to contest a cripple being able to fight. eliot was definitely wondering more why the hell this kid would rather continue this when they could be heading elsewhere where they won't have to die today.
but how to. phrase that. hm. ]
I just meant to get to safety, kid. Fight if you want, but don't fight to lose. That's idiotic.
[ with the shadow now coming for him, eliot starts in on using actual battle magic since, having lost someone dear recently, the potency of his focused magic is far stronger. eliot gestures signals with his arms and hands, realigning his focus in order to release a charged attack. while the serpent draws nearer, he bides his time, waiting for the right moment.
when it comes, he releases the spell, twisting his wrists and thrusting his palms outward, a charged sphere of fire and kinetic energy hurtling toward the creature. sparks fly as the mass strikes, and the beast hisses and writhes angrily in pain, tail thrashing about and flailing dangerously close to ivar. ]