["Incensed" does not begin to touch. Sharing their task of three mannequins, hands washing one away at first, letting his floes force it backwards. An angered impulse in its movement, a mostly temporary fix for now. Although he too thinks of fires next; hides a differing sort of flames himself, something balanced just for armors, wood—where his average flames were far too much—stealing his strikes from Endeavor's skill-list, his magma strings from lit fingers, thin and whip-like in their netting with dozens of flames in crossed lacing, lashing it out with very sudden, very violent sweep upwards. He's almost shouting through it.]
Hell Spider!!
[Bringing crossing arms down this time; fire fine as any laser's cut, his own maneuvers less chaotic, far more delicate than his father's threads. A near-entirely different precision leaving a "doll" in split pieces, shelled extremities all detached within its superheated matrix.
The way he's promised he'd be flames again; now he also thinks of Hades, an oath to never lose his will to light; to glow himself for Hijikata's sake. He isn't fooling around in slightest here, determined he'll absolutely ruin anything close to approaching the other, all the youth's indignant fury raised in his rushed surge of water, ice extinguishing flames like wicks inside a small, rising tidal crest. And yet the boy is barely scheming, his overwhelming will to guard a quickly rising gauge for months by now.
He is not about to let these emptied armor dolls trouble him. In passing time between first and second, the former wriggling about too much to stay, he's darting quick before it frees itself, rushing in follow-up to Flashfreeze, ribboning flames around his fist and slamming his palm against his ice instead, heating his skin beyond its normal glow. His Heatwave's magma's blowing limbs apart, explosions same as burst crystals, sharp ice splintering into glass in shards.
Forgetting himself a while longer. Dropping his palms to wet floor now, wide eyes following Hijikata, ice sprouting across his hands should he be needed to intervene at all.]
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Hell Spider!!
[Bringing crossing arms down this time; fire fine as any laser's cut, his own maneuvers less chaotic, far more delicate than his father's threads. A near-entirely different precision leaving a "doll" in split pieces, shelled extremities all detached within its superheated matrix.
The way he's promised he'd be flames again; now he also thinks of Hades, an oath to never lose his will to light; to glow himself for Hijikata's sake. He isn't fooling around in slightest here, determined he'll absolutely ruin anything close to approaching the other, all the youth's indignant fury raised in his rushed surge of water, ice extinguishing flames like wicks inside a small, rising tidal crest. And yet the boy is barely scheming, his overwhelming will to guard a quickly rising gauge for months by now.
He is not about to let these emptied armor dolls trouble him. In passing time between first and second, the former wriggling about too much to stay, he's darting quick before it frees itself, rushing in follow-up to Flashfreeze, ribboning flames around his fist and slamming his palm against his ice instead, heating his skin beyond its normal glow. His Heatwave's magma's blowing limbs apart, explosions same as burst crystals, sharp ice splintering into glass in shards.
Forgetting himself a while longer. Dropping his palms to wet floor now, wide eyes following Hijikata, ice sprouting across his hands should he be needed to intervene at all.]