[ "It paid off", he opens his mouth to say, but Kabane is already off. So be it!
There's no way he's beating this kid in pure speed unless he really puts his all into it. He's interested— the why and how of Kabane being able to do this is a question for whenever they get done playing.
For now, Tartaglia is running after him, a swishing sound filling the air as he draws his weapon.
Not for violence, though. With the smirk of a cornered ring fighter, he draws his bow, and aims it just above the kid's head, letting loose an arrow of pure water to knock the hat out of his precarious grip. ]
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There's no way he's beating this kid in pure speed unless he really puts his all into it. He's interested— the why and how of Kabane being able to do this is a question for whenever they get done playing.
For now, Tartaglia is running after him, a swishing sound filling the air as he draws his weapon.
Not for violence, though. With the smirk of a cornered ring fighter, he draws his bow, and aims it just above the kid's head, letting loose an arrow of pure water to knock the hat out of his precarious grip. ]