[Ravus snorts. The shadows make the ripples of muscles on Gladiolus' bare chest even more starkly noticable. Ravus' fist clenches, fighting back the urge to shove the man up against the nearest wall. Out of... anger? Surely that.]
I am not the one swinging around an oversized greatsword.
[Which is both 1. more unintended innuendo, and 2. absolutely ignoring the wildly destructive nature of Ravus' fighting style with his Magitek fist.
Ravus draws his saber and points the blade at Gladio.]
Ready yourself. My alliance with the prince does not mean I plan to hold back.
[And if Gladiolus was weak enough to be seriously injured by him, Ravus would be doing Noctis a favor by ridding him of an ineffectual Shield.]
no subject
I am not the one swinging around an oversized greatsword.
[Which is both 1. more unintended innuendo, and 2. absolutely ignoring the wildly destructive nature of Ravus' fighting style with his Magitek fist.
Ravus draws his saber and points the blade at Gladio.]
Ready yourself. My alliance with the prince does not mean I plan to hold back.
[And if Gladiolus was weak enough to be seriously injured by him, Ravus would be doing Noctis a favor by ridding him of an ineffectual Shield.]