[His brow twists into an arched furrow at the claim, a challenge in the narrowing of his eyes. She thinks she knows better—but in truth, Ferran wants little more at the moment than to know the full extent of her potential. Before he has the chance to respond, that wave moves past him, merely catching a few stray strands of hair and swaying the cloth of his tabard. The only sound out of him before the spell takes effect is a brief heh, and he raises his sword once more—
Only to find the weapon drawn into the abyss of that spell, and his balance along with it.
He conjures another—or perhaps the same one, drawn back into his hand like the keyblades she's familiar with—and after several feet worth of stumbling and spinning to set himself in the right position, spears it into the ground before he can be fully drawn into the gravitational pull. He drags himself back down to the cobblestones, bracing himself so he can watch her again.
He laughs, hysterical with some of that surprise he asked for. But he knows that until that magic wears off, it would be unwise to move, much less towards her. Unless... unless that movement could instantly drop him in a different location entirely.
Ferran calls out to her, over the noise of the boards and bricks drawn into the Magnet and crashing into each other.]
That's not a bad one... but it's dangerous to hold back, you know? [A warning. She has her distance, but what will she do with it?]
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Only to find the weapon drawn into the abyss of that spell, and his balance along with it.
He conjures another—or perhaps the same one, drawn back into his hand like the keyblades she's familiar with—and after several feet worth of stumbling and spinning to set himself in the right position, spears it into the ground before he can be fully drawn into the gravitational pull. He drags himself back down to the cobblestones, bracing himself so he can watch her again.
He laughs, hysterical with some of that surprise he asked for. But he knows that until that magic wears off, it would be unwise to move, much less towards her. Unless... unless that movement could instantly drop him in a different location entirely.
Ferran calls out to her, over the noise of the boards and bricks drawn into the Magnet and crashing into each other.]
That's not a bad one... but it's dangerous to hold back, you know? [A warning. She has her distance, but what will she do with it?]