[ He knew he was reaching when he asked if Atsumu learned anything useful... But the disappointment comes despite low expectations, anyway. His mind works in overdrive, figuring out what they can do about this. Atsumu can inch over to him as he stares the siren down. She hisses in a staccato melody with the shard in her arms, rising up to loom over them with fangs bared.
His brandished blades are brought closer into a defensive stance. ]
I have experience.
[ Granted, he had abilities when he fought gods and titans. It isn't a lot of confidence, but enough for him. His eyes dart to the shard, then to the hourglass. The words engraved upon the large monument: “the future lies in our hands.” What does this even mean? ]
What about a weapon?
[ At the very least, Atsumu can shield himself, maybe. Slowly, a thin stream of sand flows out of his hourglass, winding up magic of the scorch isle. ]
no subject
His brandished blades are brought closer into a defensive stance. ]
I have experience.
[ Granted, he had abilities when he fought gods and titans. It isn't a lot of confidence, but enough for him. His eyes dart to the shard, then to the hourglass. The words engraved upon the large monument: “the future lies in our hands.” What does this even mean? ]
What about a weapon?
[ At the very least, Atsumu can shield himself, maybe. Slowly, a thin stream of sand flows out of his hourglass, winding up magic of the scorch isle. ]