[ Oh, he's fully expecting he's going to have his ass handed to him. That instinct he had when he'd approached Sion in the first place that the man was formidable enough to not be taken lightly, and Allen is without the weapon he's used to here even if he's still got his physical prowess.
And honestly, sparring for Allen generally involves getting beaten into a bit of a pulp. But that's not the point.
It's about giving as good as you get.
And given from the titles Sion's just given, he might be in for a doozy. But Allen smiles and shakes his head; warm and at ease. Relaxed.
This is good. ] The pleasure is mine.
Now— [ Abruptly, he grips The Fool again, conduit that it is, and the manablade shoots out again, forming the illusion of a bright white sword as it shimmers into existence. The selfsame mana Sion had just felt about Allen now taking its form into the weapon.
He spins the sword then, almost like a baton it's impossibly light again in his hands for its size, and takes a ready stance. ]
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And honestly, sparring for Allen generally involves getting beaten into a bit of a pulp. But that's not the point.
It's about giving as good as you get.
And given from the titles Sion's just given, he might be in for a doozy. But Allen smiles and shakes his head; warm and at ease. Relaxed.
This is good. ] The pleasure is mine.
Now— [ Abruptly, he grips The Fool again, conduit that it is, and the manablade shoots out again, forming the illusion of a bright white sword as it shimmers into existence. The selfsame mana Sion had just felt about Allen now taking its form into the weapon.
He spins the sword then, almost like a baton it's impossibly light again in his hands for its size, and takes a ready stance. ]
...where were we?
[ With the cheeriest, cheekiest twinkle. ]