[The Amicitia has greatly improved his form, Ravus will grant him that. This has gone on longer than he'd expected it to. But the suggestion of a draw sends a pulse of annoyance in his temple.]
Nay, I will cease for naught but victory.
[Either Gladiolus yields, or the fight continues. Ravus isn't moving as quickly now, but neither is Gladio. They are quite evenly matched, damn the Amicitia.
Ravus raises his left hand, planning to end this once and for all, but the electricity in his magitek arm crackles, then fizzles. His arm goes stiff, suddenly unresponsive and heavy on his scarred shoulder. He'll never win like this. He is going to lose.
No, he won't allow it, it is unacceptable! Making a split-second decision, he rushes forward before Gladiolus has the opportunity to press his advantage. His lunge forces his opponent back towards the wall of the complex. Ravus needs manna to power his arm, to keep his weapon from becoming a handicap. And the way to get manna? It stands right before him.
With no thought other than the fierce need to win, he shoves his lips against Gladio's.]
no subject
Nay, I will cease for naught but victory.
[Either Gladiolus yields, or the fight continues. Ravus isn't moving as quickly now, but neither is Gladio. They are quite evenly matched, damn the Amicitia.
Ravus raises his left hand, planning to end this once and for all, but the electricity in his magitek arm crackles, then fizzles. His arm goes stiff, suddenly unresponsive and heavy on his scarred shoulder. He'll never win like this. He is going to lose.
No, he won't allow it, it is unacceptable! Making a split-second decision, he rushes forward before Gladiolus has the opportunity to press his advantage. His lunge forces his opponent back towards the wall of the complex. Ravus needs manna to power his arm, to keep his weapon from becoming a handicap. And the way to get manna? It stands right before him.
With no thought other than the fierce need to win, he shoves his lips against Gladio's.]