Boring, Childermass. But whatever -- that's your prerogative.
"Tch," he scoffs. Try to keep up. As if that were even kind of a problem. He's getting kind of annoyed with this shaky ground, though, so Zangetsu takes to the air, walking across it as if on his own invisible platform. He makes a fast Sonido step to keep up with Childermass. Once on the other side of the ballroom, he looks around again, scanning the fleeing servants and fading illusions for Tyki.
The doors to one of the balconies have been left open, and Zangetsu finally spots him sitting there on the railing. Instead of charging in immediately, he looks at Childermass.
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"Tch," he scoffs. Try to keep up. As if that were even kind of a problem. He's getting kind of annoyed with this shaky ground, though, so Zangetsu takes to the air, walking across it as if on his own invisible platform. He makes a fast Sonido step to keep up with Childermass. Once on the other side of the ballroom, he looks around again, scanning the fleeing servants and fading illusions for Tyki.
The doors to one of the balconies have been left open, and Zangetsu finally spots him sitting there on the railing. Instead of charging in immediately, he looks at Childermass.
"Plan?"