[It's the phasing, the blue light left behind, never mind Noctis, he's never really paid much attention to the Prince's training but the blurred movement is so similar to Regis that it leaves Nyx crouched on the ground, collecting himself after the failed attack, watching Izunia carefully, considering.
And also breathing through the pain that still rages through his body. Not that it matters. He'll be dead soon enough, he knows that.
A soft hum, almost a snort, acknowledging the words and giving the faintest of nods before he smirks, pushes to his feet and through will and pride alone stands evenly balanced despite the way his left leg bows out unnaturally.]
Regretted? That so?
Is that what this is? [A sweeping gesture with the arm that's still intact. This place, his existence here, his life.] Consolation prize for the fight you were too much of a coward to start?
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And also breathing through the pain that still rages through his body. Not that it matters. He'll be dead soon enough, he knows that.
A soft hum, almost a snort, acknowledging the words and giving the faintest of nods before he smirks, pushes to his feet and through will and pride alone stands evenly balanced despite the way his left leg bows out unnaturally.]
Regretted? That so?
Is that what this is? [A sweeping gesture with the arm that's still intact. This place, his existence here, his life.] Consolation prize for the fight you were too much of a coward to start?