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Asch the Bloody (
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2018-07-22 02:41 pm (UTC)
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[He can't move that fast, no, and he's already gritting his teeth in preparation -
But Sync's glyph falters and fails, and the other boy goes over.
And for a moment, all Asch can do is blink. Because even given that Sync was acting without rationality -
He hadn't expected to win.
He's
never
won against Sync before, not that solidly and cleanly and indisputably. They've had draws a few times, but...
... After a moment, he sighs. No good is going to come from resting on his laurels.]
Even when you lose, you're a pain in the ass.
[And with that he sheathes the sword on his hip and adjusts the weight of his pack, leaning down to pull Sync's unconscious weight onto his shoulders.
Brat the other God-General might be, Asch can't very well just leave him there.]
And you're not going to thank me for this, but you're welcome, anyway.
[And with a last bit of adjustment of the body over his shoulders, he starts the march off through the next section of tunnels to the camp.]
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But Sync's glyph falters and fails, and the other boy goes over.
And for a moment, all Asch can do is blink. Because even given that Sync was acting without rationality -
He hadn't expected to win.
He's never won against Sync before, not that solidly and cleanly and indisputably. They've had draws a few times, but...
... After a moment, he sighs. No good is going to come from resting on his laurels.]
Even when you lose, you're a pain in the ass.
[And with that he sheathes the sword on his hip and adjusts the weight of his pack, leaning down to pull Sync's unconscious weight onto his shoulders.
Brat the other God-General might be, Asch can't very well just leave him there.]
And you're not going to thank me for this, but you're welcome, anyway.
[And with a last bit of adjustment of the body over his shoulders, he starts the march off through the next section of tunnels to the camp.]