[He repeats it softly enough for Sparks to hear, but there's no way his voice carries far enough for Hunk to hear him reiterate. He's distracted by the blizzard spell—Dylas finally takes some damage, shards of ice remaining on his arm from where he'd blocked the spell from hitting his head. And the cold...usually feels pretty good. He yawns, the urge to lay down suddenly coming over him.
But wait, that's only because he's partially cold-blooded. He snaps out of the desire and twirls in place once, letting his bell launch like it's the hammer toss at the olympics. It goes flying and hits the Chocobo Eater square in the face! ...but Dylas is a necromancer so it does about as much damage as Hunk's fork. It also makes a lovely 'ding' sound before it lands on the sand a few feet away.
Dylas laughs and punches the air.]
Take that, asshole! ...And hell no! I don't want yours!
[But the Chocobo Eater is pissed, and it's coming right for Sparks now.]
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[He repeats it softly enough for Sparks to hear, but there's no way his voice carries far enough for Hunk to hear him reiterate. He's distracted by the blizzard spell—Dylas finally takes some damage, shards of ice remaining on his arm from where he'd blocked the spell from hitting his head. And the cold...usually feels pretty good. He yawns, the urge to lay down suddenly coming over him.
But wait, that's only because he's partially cold-blooded. He snaps out of the desire and twirls in place once, letting his bell launch like it's the hammer toss at the olympics. It goes flying and hits the Chocobo Eater square in the face! ...but Dylas is a necromancer so it does about as much damage as Hunk's fork. It also makes a lovely 'ding' sound before it lands on the sand a few feet away.
Dylas laughs and punches the air.]
Take that, asshole! ...And hell no! I don't want yours!
[But the Chocobo Eater is pissed, and it's coming right for Sparks now.]