Charlotte Dyer
Charlotte turned her head, looking over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes at the man. Oh, really? His lack of understanding in magic was palpable if he though just being magical made you know everything. "Oh, really? Gee, I wonder why I didn't use my grenade-detecting powers before... I'm a witch, not omniscient, you buffoon. Just because I'm adorable doesn't mean people come and tell me when and where they're going to shoot military grade weapons at me."
Her scowl became another smile. "But on the other hand, the fact that there hasn't been an immediate followup means the shooter's either moved or been interrupted. That smoke grenade was probably fired to mask their next move, and since we hadn't spotted them until then that next move was probably trying to shoot us."
The tiny black-haired girl shrugged, her pointed hat bobbing. "Really, as if I'd ever be scared of guns."
It was just plain silly.
"Still, we need to find them, and fast," she added, before calling out. "Anna? Did you see where that came from?"
King
She had expected no easy surrender. King simply nodded at the defiant declaration. No, a surrender was the last thing that the King of the Britons had been prepared for after a single blow. This girl's shield held fast against Excalibur, but still King forced her blade on, metal straining on metal. However, this wasn't truly making any progress. The shield was resilient, powerful enough to withstand the impact from the divine blade of Excalibur, and while she was the stronger of the two, the girl was managing to push back hard enough to make this avenue of attack less favorable. Put too much behind a push, and her opponent could slip under the blade and make a counterattack. However, the same went for her opponent. All the effort that Phalanx put into pushing Excalibur away meant she could stumble if what she was straining against was suddenly no-longer there.
In the blink of an eye, King disengaged, her blade still held in front of her as she took a swift step back, the pressure of Excalibur suddenly gone.
Charlotte turned her head, looking over her shoulder and narrowing her eyes at the man. Oh, really? His lack of understanding in magic was palpable if he though just being magical made you know everything. "Oh, really? Gee, I wonder why I didn't use my grenade-detecting powers before... I'm a witch, not omniscient, you buffoon. Just because I'm adorable doesn't mean people come and tell me when and where they're going to shoot military grade weapons at me."
Her scowl became another smile. "But on the other hand, the fact that there hasn't been an immediate followup means the shooter's either moved or been interrupted. That smoke grenade was probably fired to mask their next move, and since we hadn't spotted them until then that next move was probably trying to shoot us."
The tiny black-haired girl shrugged, her pointed hat bobbing. "Really, as if I'd ever be scared of guns."
It was just plain silly.
"Still, we need to find them, and fast," she added, before calling out. "Anna? Did you see where that came from?"
King
She had expected no easy surrender. King simply nodded at the defiant declaration. No, a surrender was the last thing that the King of the Britons had been prepared for after a single blow. This girl's shield held fast against Excalibur, but still King forced her blade on, metal straining on metal. However, this wasn't truly making any progress. The shield was resilient, powerful enough to withstand the impact from the divine blade of Excalibur, and while she was the stronger of the two, the girl was managing to push back hard enough to make this avenue of attack less favorable. Put too much behind a push, and her opponent could slip under the blade and make a counterattack. However, the same went for her opponent. All the effort that Phalanx put into pushing Excalibur away meant she could stumble if what she was straining against was suddenly no-longer there.
In the blink of an eye, King disengaged, her blade still held in front of her as she took a swift step back, the pressure of Excalibur suddenly gone.