Slippery little thing, wasn't it? Even if his attack didn't quite find its intended target, the way the creature's softer bits yielded beneath his Weapon's claws was equally satisfying. He wasn't even as upset at the way its blood stained his long, billowing white sleeve as he'd normally have been.
Qilby didn't press the attack, instead taking the time to put as much distance between them as his enemy seemed to be trying to do. There was the distinct sense that he was being sized up, and found more difficult prey than this predator had imagined he'd be. This surely wasn't all that the kishin egg had to offer, and he wasn't about to charge headlong into a fight not knowing what it was really capable of. He had a mind, and the memory of what happened when he lost it was still painfully fresh in his memory... So he was going to use it.
"Oh ye of little faith," he replied out of the corner of his mouth. But his growing confidence hit its first wall when the beast swelled up like a moth flashing its wings to scare off its attacker-- and if intimidation was its intent, it was doing a decent job at it.
No room to sidestep this one. Qilby retreated swiftly, claw held out before him defensively, trying to buy himself some time; he knew from centuries of experience that when a brute thought it had its victim on the run, it made stupid mistakes. And when it did, he'd be there to capitalise on them.
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Qilby didn't press the attack, instead taking the time to put as much distance between them as his enemy seemed to be trying to do. There was the distinct sense that he was being sized up, and found more difficult prey than this predator had imagined he'd be. This surely wasn't all that the kishin egg had to offer, and he wasn't about to charge headlong into a fight not knowing what it was really capable of. He had a mind, and the memory of what happened when he lost it was still painfully fresh in his memory... So he was going to use it.
"Oh ye of little faith," he replied out of the corner of his mouth. But his growing confidence hit its first wall when the beast swelled up like a moth flashing its wings to scare off its attacker-- and if intimidation was its intent, it was doing a decent job at it.
No room to sidestep this one. Qilby retreated swiftly, claw held out before him defensively, trying to buy himself some time; he knew from centuries of experience that when a brute thought it had its victim on the run, it made stupid mistakes. And when it did, he'd be there to capitalise on them.