[ marco's back presses against the barrier and he finds himself holding his breath. christ. he expected nothing good to appear, and he supposes the monster could look worse, but he does't immediately think it to look like a fun time. and that's why its sluggish movements take him aback— marco finds himself temporarily frozen. at this point, he didn't expect zero to draw his weapon. does he want to attack first? he has the opportunity. should he? that's the million dollar question.
he shifts to the side. no need to be in its immediate vantage point, straight in its line of charge. he thinks that dodging as it attacks and then going in for a strike might prove advantageous. for the moment, he keeps his eyes trained on it, prepared to react to it in turn. ]
sorry for the delay, urk, feel free to ignore
he shifts to the side. no need to be in its immediate vantage point, straight in its line of charge. he thinks that dodging as it attacks and then going in for a strike might prove advantageous. for the moment, he keeps his eyes trained on it, prepared to react to it in turn. ]