Slipping in on Jing Yuan's heels, here's Shinjiro, none the worse for wear. That being said, there's something irritating in watching everyone scrape by when the worst they've got is a set of bruised knuckles.
Regardless of G'raha's healing touch, and the ominous pressure of their unexpected guest, Shinjiro prefers to turn his eyes to more important things; preferably, beating this mechanical asshole till he's a smear of mana dust and engine grease on the ground. ]
Meminero.
[ He may not have had the axe before, but it materializes in his hand now, scorched and smeared with ash as it's pulled from the smoking ruins of his room. When his fingers drag across the metal head, sparks follow in it's wake, the thrum of magic embuing itself deep in it's core as lightning cracks and coils around it's surface.
And then his arm rears back, shadows dancing across the curve of his features as he shifts.
He aims-
Go to hell!
And Shinjiro launches it, blade whipping through the air with a practiced finesse. It lodges, like a knife into butter, near the neck of the machine...and soon after, a flurry of electricity will burst forth from the axe itself, made worse from the splash of Khun's saltwater as it travels down the full length of the metal behemoth to try and short-circuit it from both the inside and the outside. ]
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Slipping in on Jing Yuan's heels, here's Shinjiro, none the worse for wear. That being said, there's something irritating in watching everyone scrape by when the worst they've got is a set of bruised knuckles.
Regardless of G'raha's healing touch, and the ominous pressure of their unexpected guest, Shinjiro prefers to turn his eyes to more important things; preferably, beating this mechanical asshole till he's a smear of mana dust and engine grease on the ground. ]
Meminero.
[ He may not have had the axe before, but it materializes in his hand now, scorched and smeared with ash as it's pulled from the smoking ruins of his room. When his fingers drag across the metal head, sparks follow in it's wake, the thrum of magic embuing itself deep in it's core as lightning cracks and coils around it's surface.
And then his arm rears back, shadows dancing across the curve of his features as he shifts.
He aims-
Go to hell!
And Shinjiro launches it, blade whipping through the air with a practiced finesse. It lodges, like a knife into butter, near the neck of the machine...and soon after, a flurry of electricity will burst forth from the axe itself, made worse from the splash of Khun's saltwater as it travels down the full length of the metal behemoth to try and short-circuit it from both the inside and the outside. ]