[ And there it is, the big reveal, arriving with the whir! and whish! of a coat swiftly discarded, the dark fabric falling as a curtain before its owner with a measure of flair that Asura can appreciate—vocally, a low whistle upon the King's lips as pale hair and acute, golden eyes flash, reflecting the firelight. So this is the person who'd been his dance partner at the masquerade, Avenger who wore a smile nearly befitting of Summer but so too chose to cling to the shadows like one of the Silent Arrow. What an unexpected surprise...! ]
So this is the face that you wanted to hide? [ Intense and fierce, nowhere near so restrained as Avenger's behavior had been at the gala. But then, Asura knows there's no soul alive who doesn't wear many masks, many faces for the world at large—the King himself is no exception, as forward and as brash as he is on any given day, especially when he's up against someone who can hit hard enough to r e a l l y make him feel it. ]
Think it suits you more than that mask and coat of yours.
[ This time, the King evades Avenger's strike (no, he won't be so easy to hit again), though he remains close, putting no distance between them because...! This is good, old-fashioned hand-to-hand, isn't it? No further magic will be employed on Asura's part, now that they're in the thick of things, and where he can grapple with Avenger, he will. That's why Asura will make to seize Avenger by the shirt-collar with one taloned hand, and take hold of the man's wrist with another if the maneuver is successful, twisting back the arm to lock the joint of the elbow.
It'll likely only hold the other man for a moment, but it's a break in the fight, one allowing for banter. And surely, Avenger's got something to say, hasn't he? ]
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So this is the face that you wanted to hide? [ Intense and fierce, nowhere near so restrained as Avenger's behavior had been at the gala. But then, Asura knows there's no soul alive who doesn't wear many masks, many faces for the world at large—the King himself is no exception, as forward and as brash as he is on any given day, especially when he's up against someone who can hit hard enough to r e a l l y make him feel it. ]
Think it suits you more than that mask and coat of yours.
[ This time, the King evades Avenger's strike (no, he won't be so easy to hit again), though he remains close, putting no distance between them because...! This is good, old-fashioned hand-to-hand, isn't it? No further magic will be employed on Asura's part, now that they're in the thick of things, and where he can grapple with Avenger, he will. That's why Asura will make to seize Avenger by the shirt-collar with one taloned hand, and take hold of the man's wrist with another if the maneuver is successful, twisting back the arm to lock the joint of the elbow.
It'll likely only hold the other man for a moment, but it's a break in the fight, one allowing for banter. And surely, Avenger's got something to say, hasn't he? ]