[So. He'd been relatively confident, all told - he knew his abilities, could handle himself on the battlefield, could even manage alone for a decent amount of time, but... Well, Felix sees to it that he is very, very thoroughly informed that things are different here. He doesn't have a chance to react when the Lance is grabbed, held tightly enough that he can't effectively strike back with it.
So he thinks on his feet - lets go with one hand, so magefire can crackle in his palm, but... it feels strange, like it might not work properly if he fires off a spell, but if it's all he has--
Felix's voice reaches him before he attempts it, at least, thank the Goddess.]
Felix? How long have you been here?
[Sure, he was at a disadvantage, being armored, in regards to hearing his approach, but this was way too quick even for him, and the odd glint in his eyes wasn't lost on him, either.
Just like how it's very clear that his friend is sensing the presence of Things before he can - and he's supposed to be the perceptive one, here. It's a little unsettling, but... well, for now he'll chalk his own dulled reaction time up to the heat, and file the differences in Felix under something to ask him about once they're a little safer.
If that's even a possibility.]
What, am I supposed to just sit somewhere and wait for dawn? Come on, Felix, that's not safe, either.
[Regardless, he does put the Lance away, and true to form - the damn thing did seem to have more of a mind of its own than most relics - the light... dims. It doesn't dissipate entirely, and it keeps twitching and chittering, but that, too, is lessened compared to when it's held in hand.]
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So he thinks on his feet - lets go with one hand, so magefire can crackle in his palm, but... it feels strange, like it might not work properly if he fires off a spell, but if it's all he has--
Felix's voice reaches him before he attempts it, at least, thank the Goddess.]
Felix? How long have you been here?
[Sure, he was at a disadvantage, being armored, in regards to hearing his approach, but this was way too quick even for him, and the odd glint in his eyes wasn't lost on him, either.
Just like how it's very clear that his friend is sensing the presence of Things before he can - and he's supposed to be the perceptive one, here. It's a little unsettling, but... well, for now he'll chalk his own dulled reaction time up to the heat, and file the differences in Felix under something to ask him about once they're a little safer.
If that's even a possibility.]
What, am I supposed to just sit somewhere and wait for dawn? Come on, Felix, that's not safe, either.
[Regardless, he does put the Lance away, and true to form - the damn thing did seem to have more of a mind of its own than most relics - the light... dims. It doesn't dissipate entirely, and it keeps twitching and chittering, but that, too, is lessened compared to when it's held in hand.]