[The rain suddenly turns cold. How curious indeed. Knowing that the weather here is somewhat affected by emotions, Magus looks up to see an all-too-familiar figure before him. Ah yes, the frog that followed Cyrus around.
And the Masamune.]
Hmph. It's you.
[He stands up, though there's nothing in his stance that suggests he wishes to fight. No, it's more just mild irritation, and perhaps mild fear that the Masamune glows brightly before him.]
And here I thought we had put aside our differences.
no subject
And the Masamune.]
Hmph. It's you.
[He stands up, though there's nothing in his stance that suggests he wishes to fight. No, it's more just mild irritation, and perhaps mild fear that the Masamune glows brightly before him.]
And here I thought we had put aside our differences.