Back and forth, over and over, clashing blades and trading minor blows at best. Neither seems able to land anything substantial, nothing decisive that would end the battle, and the irritation of it all has finally sunk in for Gilgamesh. How could it be that she refused to tire? How could she be faring so well against him, with that pitiful frame, those weak little arms?
Gilgamesh wants to break them. Wants to snap them, to teach her a lesson, but he can't even get close enough to do that much. His eyes flare dangerously, as they had the very beginning of the battle, and he grits his teeth. He calls out to her, attempting a more psychological approach rather than physical:]
Give in now! It is only a matter of time before you fall to me, girl!
[He says this as he leans heavily on his own sword. Panting heavily, clearly out of breath. How could it be that one human could run him so ragged?!]
I will not hold back any longer! If you do not surrender...!
[Gilgamesh won't give her any opportunity for an indignant reply. He charges again, but this time it's more like a bull rush. It's sloppy and it's predictable but it's going to be awfully hard to get out of the way with the speed at which he's moving, and no mere girl no matter how stubborn will survive against its full onslaught. So he tells himself. So he must believe for the sake of his pride.]
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Back and forth, over and over, clashing blades and trading minor blows at best. Neither seems able to land anything substantial, nothing decisive that would end the battle, and the irritation of it all has finally sunk in for Gilgamesh. How could it be that she refused to tire? How could she be faring so well against him, with that pitiful frame, those weak little arms?
Gilgamesh wants to break them. Wants to snap them, to teach her a lesson, but he can't even get close enough to do that much. His eyes flare dangerously, as they had the very beginning of the battle, and he grits his teeth. He calls out to her, attempting a more psychological approach rather than physical:]
Give in now! It is only a matter of time before you fall to me, girl!
[He says this as he leans heavily on his own sword. Panting heavily, clearly out of breath. How could it be that one human could run him so ragged?!]
I will not hold back any longer! If you do not surrender...!
[Gilgamesh won't give her any opportunity for an indignant reply. He charges again, but this time it's more like a bull rush. It's sloppy and it's predictable but it's going to be awfully hard to get out of the way with the speed at which he's moving, and no mere girl no matter how stubborn will survive against its full onslaught. So he tells himself. So he must believe for the sake of his pride.]