Their allies are falling, and among the three members of his crew, Yata is the most aware. Their ship is nowhere close to its demise, but if he can't replenish his mana for the cannonsfast enough, he might as well call it the Titanic. When he's not manning the cannons, he's on the deck, fending off enemy Noir soldiers alongside his comrades as he engulfs his staff and his fists with instants of fire that dance violently in the rain. The red trails of light serve as a beacon—a guiding light for any ally that might need assistance or a spark of hope.
In Asuna's case, it's both. ]
Hey! Are ya gonna let yourselves lose to a buncha nerds!? They ain't shit without their mana! C'mon, let's show 'em what you're made of!
[ He shouts at his fellow soldiers, oblivious to the yelling speck in the distance... ]
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Their allies are falling, and among the three members of his crew, Yata is the most aware. Their ship is nowhere close to its demise, but if he can't replenish his mana for the cannonsfast enough, he might as well call it the Titanic. When he's not manning the cannons, he's on the deck, fending off enemy Noir soldiers alongside his comrades as he engulfs his staff and his fists with instants of fire that dance violently in the rain. The red trails of light serve as a beacon—a guiding light for any ally that might need assistance or a spark of hope.
In Asuna's case, it's both. ]
Hey! Are ya gonna let yourselves lose to a buncha nerds!? They ain't shit without their mana! C'mon, let's show 'em what you're made of!
[ He shouts at his fellow soldiers, oblivious to the yelling speck in the distance... ]