[Looks like they can continue to bicker even as Leon strides forward, lifting Chaltier, dagger ready in his other hand. He waits until the monster lashes out at him again, sidestepping and lashing out to score a hit with his dagger, even as he lifts Chaltier. The dagger can't cut through the tentacle entirely, but it can cause injuries, and that's enough; it gets the monster to recoil just long enough for Leon to cast his arte.
Ground Dasher, naturally. Go big or go home, especially when you're covered in mud and just want to go home and the monster in front of you is being a dick.
When said monster is impaled on three or four nasty rock spikes, Leon finally lowers his blade, frowning--and then he sheathes his dagger, flicking his hair from his face. It'd usually be an arrogant gesture, but right now it's more habit and irritation. This sucks, can he go home now--]
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[Looks like they can continue to bicker even as Leon strides forward, lifting Chaltier, dagger ready in his other hand. He waits until the monster lashes out at him again, sidestepping and lashing out to score a hit with his dagger, even as he lifts Chaltier. The dagger can't cut through the tentacle entirely, but it can cause injuries, and that's enough; it gets the monster to recoil just long enough for Leon to cast his arte.
Ground Dasher, naturally. Go big or go home, especially when you're covered in mud and just want to go home and the monster in front of you is being a dick.
When said monster is impaled on three or four nasty rock spikes, Leon finally lowers his blade, frowning--and then he sheathes his dagger, flicking his hair from his face. It'd usually be an arrogant gesture, but right now it's more habit and irritation. This sucks, can he go home now--]