[ For a moment, everything registers as too bright. Colors fade, the white of the fog intensifies and almost blinds him with its clarity...
...but when it passes, everything is contrasted in brilliant vibrancy. His eyes pick up on everything underneath the coiling fog, every vibration of air, every tremor of hooves on ground, every whistle of wind moving through fabric, painting a trajectory that he follows with acute precision.
That surge of prana is more than enough.
He puts Lien down and goes into motion, both hands on his lance, eyes open as wide as they'll let him. ]
Gae...
[ His voice comes in a low howl, an undercurrent of killing intent. The feet bracing himself against the ground make small crevasses in preparation for the throw, keeping a steady hold as his opponent moves closer within range. ]
...Bolg!
[ And when he pitches his Noble Phantasm through the air, he aims it so that it'll go straight through the horse, piercing two hearts at once; something no normal fighter would think of doing, but, well. He is Ireland's Child of Light. ]
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...but when it passes, everything is contrasted in brilliant vibrancy. His eyes pick up on everything underneath the coiling fog, every vibration of air, every tremor of hooves on ground, every whistle of wind moving through fabric, painting a trajectory that he follows with acute precision.
That surge of prana is more than enough.
He puts Lien down and goes into motion, both hands on his lance, eyes open as wide as they'll let him. ]
Gae...
[ His voice comes in a low howl, an undercurrent of killing intent. The feet bracing himself against the ground make small crevasses in preparation for the throw, keeping a steady hold as his opponent moves closer within range. ]
...Bolg!
[ And when he pitches his Noble Phantasm through the air, he aims it so that it'll go straight through the horse, piercing two hearts at once; something no normal fighter would think of doing, but, well. He is Ireland's Child of Light. ]