[ Allelujah takes what he can get while he can get it; Malakim is powerful but it'd left him feeling dangerously low. Having that edge back needed to continue fighting if necessary, Allelujah is righting himself to follow his allies' lines of reasoning. Coming to a stop outside of the toothy door, still looking as though it's just itching to come down on something else, he looks uneasy for a moment, but also more determined. ]
It's time to see what Blanc's weapons are made of, I suppose.
[ Losing it now would spell trouble for them, but having seen its capabilities so far, he's willing to bet on it. Unclasping it from his arm, he hits the trigger for its winged configuration and holds it vertically to hopefully gain more room for them. His own voice carves through his head.
What a nasty piece of work! Go on. Do it quick. ]
All right.
[ Almost to himself, and yet not quite — Allelujah rears back and gives the door a solid crack with the shield. Incensed, it yawns wide, teeth bared, just enough to where Allelujah can jam Malakim lengthwise into its open jaws. There's a slew of ugly sounds, teeth grating on metal, but it holds, if not a little unevenly.
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It's time to see what Blanc's weapons are made of, I suppose.
[ Losing it now would spell trouble for them, but having seen its capabilities so far, he's willing to bet on it. Unclasping it from his arm, he hits the trigger for its winged configuration and holds it vertically to hopefully gain more room for them. His own voice carves through his head.
What a nasty piece of work! Go on. Do it quick. ]
All right.
[ Almost to himself, and yet not quite — Allelujah rears back and gives the door a solid crack with the shield. Incensed, it yawns wide, teeth bared, just enough to where Allelujah can jam Malakim lengthwise into its open jaws. There's a slew of ugly sounds, teeth grating on metal, but it holds, if not a little unevenly.
Eat that. ]