As his sword cut into Sync at least a few times, Guy felt his energy rising with the adrenaline of each successful jab. Some of Sync's blood even splattered onto his face, and while he knew that it was wrong of him, he felt some satisfaction in that. Sync deserved this; he'd already given up his chances at living, and whenever he was given another shot at life, he spent it ruining everyone else's. Guy was willing to take the burden of killing him another time if it meant ending this streak of sadism.
It was that very feeling that reminded him that he would never be as good of a person as Luke. Despite all of his friend's immaturity, Luke would have never gotten pleasure out of something like this. He would have had the resolve to do it, but he would have been struggling with guilt each time he swung his sword.
Then again, Luke had never had his mind toyed with by the God-General. Guy didn't even want to think about what Sync might try to do with the curse slot if he survived this.
Unfortunately, it looked like both of them were just taking turns when it came to going all out on each other. After finishing up with an Arte like that, Guy didn't have the immediate energy necessary to block or move away from Sync's barrage of attacks. He did his best to move his arms up to block his face and his chest, but that didn't stop each punch and kick from hurting.
It was as he heard the name of another Arte called out that he realized he was in serious trouble. He cried out when Sync's powered-up first connected with his left arm a final time, and in a strange twist of fate, the bone cracked once again -- in a different place, maybe, but this still counted as the second time that Sync had broken his arm.
Finally, as the Arte finished, he had a moment in which he could take a rest, and he forced himself to back away from his opponent even though his arm was throbbing unbearably. He was really going to have to break out all the stops in this case, and he started to wonder if he could gather up the amount of fonons needed for his Mystic Arte...
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
It was that very feeling that reminded him that he would never be as good of a person as Luke. Despite all of his friend's immaturity, Luke would have never gotten pleasure out of something like this. He would have had the resolve to do it, but he would have been struggling with guilt each time he swung his sword.
Then again, Luke had never had his mind toyed with by the God-General. Guy didn't even want to think about what Sync might try to do with the curse slot if he survived this.
Unfortunately, it looked like both of them were just taking turns when it came to going all out on each other. After finishing up with an Arte like that, Guy didn't have the immediate energy necessary to block or move away from Sync's barrage of attacks. He did his best to move his arms up to block his face and his chest, but that didn't stop each punch and kick from hurting.
It was as he heard the name of another Arte called out that he realized he was in serious trouble. He cried out when Sync's powered-up first connected with his left arm a final time, and in a strange twist of fate, the bone cracked once again -- in a different place, maybe, but this still counted as the second time that Sync had broken his arm.
Finally, as the Arte finished, he had a moment in which he could take a rest, and he forced himself to back away from his opponent even though his arm was throbbing unbearably. He was really going to have to break out all the stops in this case, and he started to wonder if he could gather up the amount of fonons needed for his Mystic Arte...