[So, you accidentally woke up an undead giraffe on the far edges of town? Happens to the best of us.]
Watch out--!
[Which was all the warning anyone nearby would get before a massive sword flew through the air towards the towering creature's head, the unassuming violet-haired man who threw it turning into a streak of magenta light and reappearing in midair to grip the blade's hilt and bring the massive sword down hard into the giraffe's skull. Ardyn landed lightly after the full twenty foot drop, two-handed weapon held easily in one as though it were weightless.]
[More likely he'd be found here and there--wherever the situation was at its most dire or the monsters most aggressive. Flashing around the battlefield in a thrown greatsword and flickers of magenta afterimages, with a combat style best described as 'unrefined' and a clear disregard for his own safety or welfare.]
[What did something like that matter? He was the immortal one, and there were sure to be people in need of help.]
[iii; in a room behind your smile]
[The advantage of being Ardyn: he didn't get tired. So if he wasn't out on the front lines fighting, he was in the main square helping with the medical efforts for anyone injured. His knowledge of first aid was passable, but for those who might have more severe wounds...well, he'd be likely to do something stupid. Stupid, but effective. And as long as it got the desired results and prevented anyone from suffering or dying...wasn't that what counted?]
[x; wildcard; send me an angel]
[i'm up for anything/anytime else! except the thirtieth, he's. busy.]
Ardyn Lucis Caelum | FFXV
[So, you accidentally woke up an undead giraffe on the far edges of town? Happens to the best of us.]
Watch out--!
[Which was all the warning anyone nearby would get before a massive sword flew through the air towards the towering creature's head, the unassuming violet-haired man who threw it turning into a streak of magenta light and reappearing in midair to grip the blade's hilt and bring the massive sword down hard into the giraffe's skull. Ardyn landed lightly after the full twenty foot drop, two-handed weapon held easily in one as though it were weightless.]
[More likely he'd be found here and there--wherever the situation was at its most dire or the monsters most aggressive. Flashing around the battlefield in a thrown greatsword and flickers of magenta afterimages, with a combat style best described as 'unrefined' and a clear disregard for his own safety or welfare.]
[What did something like that matter? He was the immortal one, and there were sure to be people in need of help.]
[iii; in a room behind your smile]
[The advantage of being Ardyn: he didn't get tired. So if he wasn't out on the front lines fighting, he was in the main square helping with the medical efforts for anyone injured. His knowledge of first aid was passable, but for those who might have more severe wounds...well, he'd be likely to do something stupid. Stupid, but effective. And as long as it got the desired results and prevented anyone from suffering or dying...wasn't that what counted?]
[x; wildcard; send me an angel]
[i'm up for anything/anytime else! except the thirtieth, he's. busy.]