[ what a nice greeting! It's a good feeling to be wanted. Masamune looks mostly fine, save dirt and blood that is mostly not his own. He'll get closer to her once they finish with their unruly guest party member here. Although he's perfectly capable of taking down something of this size the old fashioned way but Sieglinde's information has proved quiet useful in making even shorter work of them. ]
Of course. I promised, right?
Keep your shield up, don't let it intimidate you into dropping it.
[ he wouldn't go get himself killed on her while she was trapped. While his katana are all sheathed, he does still have one hand occupied with a weapon—a dirk of iron construction—that has proved surprisingly worthwhile and rather numerous for its usefulness in this situation. Iron blades bend out of shape too easily to normally be better than what he's used to by far, but hey... they seem to do some quite impressive damage on these things and are in abundance. Not to mention combining them...
well, let's just say that it's even more convenient than normal for someone who can dual wield and has experience taking large powerful monsters out to do so. Unsheathing one of his dragon katana, he takes on a stranger method of holding onto it via his teeth—if one knew his relationships to identify it as taken from an enemy, then it's even stranger.
Masamune stills, then, waiting as the chimera advances. He doesn't allow even the smallest muscle in his body to twitch despite this being a very trying showdown. Afterall, a beast of that size heading towards you, taking out surrounding structures that only add to the danger... well, it's clear that when he told Sieglinde not to drop her shield, he was trusting her with a lot more responsibility than he would any child. And he does so because he doesn't view her as such in this predicament. She's a young woman capable of just as much if not more than anyone else, even if she has a handicap. Exchanges aren't uncommon... and that's why you fight alongside others, anyway, isn't it? To cover your weaknesses and bolster your strengths.
As still as he is in the seconds following, one more second further and suddenly he's go. Masamune is fast when he wishes to be, even when dealing with unfamiliar techniques or situations. Using that speed as momentum, he jumps, managing to out maneuver the snapping teeth of dragon head's agile range of movement and land onto its back, plunging the dirk into where the beasts spinal cord would most likely join to the the base of the heads. For such a relatively small weapon, it does, a lot of damage—even without seeing it the monster's reaction suggests that well enough.
Just as the chimera seems to spin in order to lash out in response to the pain, it drops midmovement, crashing into the ground in a heap and strangulated groan, leaving the warlord to land in front of it with the dust and debris kicked up clearing out. Both blades are in his hands now and both drip with evidence of usage and the resulting gore of fatally injuring the chimera. Actually, when all is said and done, he's not exactly clean of it himself and he has to use his sleeve to rub spattered fluids and tissue from his face.
All right, that's one chimera down, but... judging from the sounds about the city, plenty more to go for any hope this place has of surviving. They all don't go down that quickly, either. Circumstance indeed seems to dominate the factors that lead to the beast type's fatality. ]
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Of course. I promised, right?
Keep your shield up, don't let it intimidate you into dropping it.
[ he wouldn't go get himself killed on her while she was trapped.
While his katana are all sheathed, he does still have one hand occupied with a weapon—a dirk of iron construction—that has proved surprisingly worthwhile and rather numerous for its usefulness in this situation. Iron blades bend out of shape too easily to normally be better than what he's used to by far, but hey... they seem to do some quite impressive damage on these things and are in abundance. Not to mention combining them...
well, let's just say that it's even more convenient than normal for someone who can dual wield and has experience taking large powerful monsters out to do so. Unsheathing one of his dragon katana, he takes on a stranger method of holding onto it via his teeth—if one knew his relationships to identify it as taken from an enemy, then it's even stranger.
Masamune stills, then, waiting as the chimera advances. He doesn't allow even the smallest muscle in his body to twitch despite this being a very trying showdown. Afterall, a beast of that size heading towards you, taking out surrounding structures that only add to the danger... well, it's clear that when he told Sieglinde not to drop her shield, he was trusting her with a lot more responsibility than he would any child. And he does so because he doesn't view her as such in this predicament. She's a young woman capable of just as much if not more than anyone else, even if she has a handicap. Exchanges aren't uncommon... and that's why you fight alongside others, anyway, isn't it? To cover your weaknesses and bolster your strengths.
As still as he is in the seconds following, one more second further and suddenly he's go. Masamune is fast when he wishes to be, even when dealing with unfamiliar techniques or situations. Using that speed as momentum, he jumps, managing to out maneuver the snapping teeth of dragon head's agile range of movement and land onto its back, plunging the dirk into where the beasts spinal cord would most likely join to the the base of the heads. For such a relatively small weapon, it does, a lot of damage—even without seeing it the monster's reaction suggests that well enough.
Just as the chimera seems to spin in order to lash out in response to the pain, it drops midmovement, crashing into the ground in a heap and strangulated groan, leaving the warlord to land in front of it with the dust and debris kicked up clearing out. Both blades are in his hands now and both drip with evidence of usage and the resulting gore of fatally injuring the chimera. Actually, when all is said and done, he's not exactly clean of it himself and he has to use his sleeve to rub spattered fluids and tissue from his face.
All right, that's one chimera down, but... judging from the sounds about the city, plenty more to go for any hope this place has of surviving. They all don't go down that quickly, either. Circumstance indeed seems to dominate the factors that lead to the beast type's fatality. ]