[She would bow, she would curtsey, but she does neither. Because the weight of war still holds heavy, and she must remain alert at all times. But she does end up shooting him a tiny smile whenever he cheers. If this is not motivation--!
She was going to make a comment back if not for the fact that he took out his gatling gun. She had witnessed him use his bow before (and he looked pretty dashing using it, she will admit), but this sight, of a man operating a gatling gun with a single hand and defeating enemies as swiftly as the bullets rain on them? Now, once again, dead bodies, not her thing. Gilgamesh operating his gatling gun? Very much her thing.
Vietnam sucks in a deep breath, both annoyed that she now needs to pick up the pace and her rifle won't be able to deliver that kind of speed (but she can), and also feeling like she wouldn't mind seeing him pose with that gun again. DAMMIT this is just as good as him with the sword.]
F-fine, perhaps you closed the gap. Just a little. [Don't get distracted! He can probably tell she's just a little bit distracted. She races into the fray once more, twisting her body to eliminate a circle of enemies with her blade (and to stay out of his line of fire).]
But when I win, what will you reward me with? [Another declaration of war! They will bow before the king, but he will still not win!]
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She was going to make a comment back if not for the fact that he took out his gatling gun. She had witnessed him use his bow before (and he looked pretty dashing using it, she will admit), but this sight, of a man operating a gatling gun with a single hand and defeating enemies as swiftly as the bullets rain on them? Now, once again, dead bodies, not her thing. Gilgamesh operating his gatling gun? Very much her thing.
Vietnam sucks in a deep breath, both annoyed that she now needs to pick up the pace and her rifle won't be able to deliver that kind of speed (but she can), and also feeling like she wouldn't mind seeing him pose with that gun again. DAMMIT this is just as good as him with the sword.]
F-fine, perhaps you closed the gap. Just a little. [Don't get distracted! He can probably tell she's just a little bit distracted. She races into the fray once more, twisting her body to eliminate a circle of enemies with her blade (and to stay out of his line of fire).]
But when I win, what will you reward me with? [Another declaration of war! They will bow before the king, but he will still not win!]