[Oh hell...ever since his arrival in Luceti, his second form has been almost as unstable as it was when he first got it--despite the number of hours he's put in trying to regain control of it. At best, he's got about a 50-50 shot, but hell, he's faced worse odds. And damned it he'll show any weakness in front of Ryuhou of all people, anyway. Shrugging, he clenches his right fist, Alter-glow outlining his body as he struggles to push into his second form.]
Your funeral.
[And what the hell, he somehow manages to do it--although it feels a little as if he's trying to control 500 horses with reins of sewing thread. Still, he's got it for now, and with any luck, that'll be long enough.
With no further discussion, he raises his right arm, firing a shell-bullet at Zetsuei before pushing off the ground. The propeller-thingy on his back spinning in a blur, he jets toward the Alter to follow up.]
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Your funeral.
[And what the hell, he somehow manages to do it--although it feels a little as if he's trying to control 500 horses with reins of sewing thread. Still, he's got it for now, and with any luck, that'll be long enough.
With no further discussion, he raises his right arm, firing a shell-bullet at Zetsuei before pushing off the ground. The propeller-thingy on his back spinning in a blur, he jets toward the Alter to follow up.]