swordhandled | PCs with Makoto

[honestly, Makoto is. just furiously in strategy mode.

but in the meantime, she puts on her brass knuckles.]

Owain, fight me. I need to think.

--With just your fists?

[ please note he's not turning her down, but just curious ]

Yes.

I'll heal myself later.

[her clothes change in a puff of blue fire, back to her Queen outfit, her mask in place]

Very well then.

[ he recognizes that look in her eyes, and while he'll fanboy about her cool costume change later, right now he knows what she needs.

he raises his sword, waits for a moment before rushing in, attacking her straight slash at her side ]

[she dodges with a little bit of a weave, and counter punches, straight at his chest.]

[ he lets out a louder cry than usual at that, one hand coming up to his chest briefly before he recovers, slashing again at her. ]

[she notes that, but doesn't act on it. not yet. in fact, he manages to hit her.

And almost as soon as he does, he's knocked several feet back by a strong blast. It's hard to notice the little blocky persona, because it's gone in an instant, while Makoto is running for him.]

Gah--!

[ he's fallen onto the ground and he's pulling himself up, wiping his mouth as he does so. he's hopping back before rushing forward to meet her charge. ]

[this is... almost unfair.

But she's in the zone now.]

Rakukaja!

[she shouts as she gets closer, and the blocky persona motorcycle lights up again, light covering Makoto.

she doesn't try to dodge his hit.]

[ Well, so be it.

In a fit of athletic prowess, he's performing more flips as he attacks her five times in quick succession, though each hit already seems to have less strength behind it when compared to his usual attacks ]

[and they also seem to... not be hurting her? Yes, there are minor signs of blood, but, really, she's just taking it.

like a champ.

and then... she punches him, a swift uppercut.]