The thing about a Mystic Arte was that it was something that was usually relied on in a pinch. For that reason, Guy was pretty sure that he could pull it off despite his injuries. He'd done it enough times in past battles that it should feel almost natural at this point, right?
Just as he was trying to prepare himself for the attack, Claude's voice cut in. He could hear the way it was cracking with anger and some kind of desperation, and Guy felt his heart twist as he turned his attention away from his own battle for a second. At least Sync was also distracted...
Maybe he should have expected it, but he'd honestly turned his attention so much onto his own fight that he'd hardly thought about what could be happening on the other side of the arena. He hadn't formulated an opinion about who would win between Dias and Claude, but that was mainly because he hadn't expected either of them to being willing enough to actually--
But someone had to die, and apparently that someone was Dias. As horrible as it was, Guy's first response was relief. If it had been Claude who was bleeding out, he wasn't sure how he would have been able to handle it. He thought very highly of Dias, but they had never connected in the same way, and the best way Guy could empathize was by trying to imagine how hard this was for Claude.
Terrible, yes, but humans had a tendency toward that. The curse slot that was still burned into his skin was proof enough of that.
If anything, Guy could take solace in knowing that he would never be as bad of a person as Sync was. The God-General went as far as laughing and mocking the situation, and Guy remembered what he'd been focusing on before all this. He would deal with Claude later. Right now, he had to keep on Sync so that no one else died here. Well, except for Sync himself, but he didn't count.
"I'm not the one who's going to die here," he said, his tone an unexpected kind of dangerous as he finally felt the beginnings of the Arte build up around him. Sync was going to pay for this. Guy started the chant as the fire circled around him.
"Oh noble conflagration... Incinerate all!" He darted toward Sync with an almost superhuman speed, forcing the God-General up into the air with just the force of his blade as the flames grew and tore into his enemy. "Razing Phoenix!" he finished as he landed and the flames surged even higher.
That was what Sync got for making light of someone being forced into killing a good friend. Guy knew too well how it felt, and it was Sync's fault that he'd ever had to experience that. This, as far as he was concerned, was the God-General's just desserts.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
Just as he was trying to prepare himself for the attack, Claude's voice cut in. He could hear the way it was cracking with anger and some kind of desperation, and Guy felt his heart twist as he turned his attention away from his own battle for a second. At least Sync was also distracted...
Maybe he should have expected it, but he'd honestly turned his attention so much onto his own fight that he'd hardly thought about what could be happening on the other side of the arena. He hadn't formulated an opinion about who would win between Dias and Claude, but that was mainly because he hadn't expected either of them to being willing enough to actually--
But someone had to die, and apparently that someone was Dias. As horrible as it was, Guy's first response was relief. If it had been Claude who was bleeding out, he wasn't sure how he would have been able to handle it. He thought very highly of Dias, but they had never connected in the same way, and the best way Guy could empathize was by trying to imagine how hard this was for Claude.
Terrible, yes, but humans had a tendency toward that. The curse slot that was still burned into his skin was proof enough of that.
If anything, Guy could take solace in knowing that he would never be as bad of a person as Sync was. The God-General went as far as laughing and mocking the situation, and Guy remembered what he'd been focusing on before all this. He would deal with Claude later. Right now, he had to keep on Sync so that no one else died here. Well, except for Sync himself, but he didn't count.
"I'm not the one who's going to die here," he said, his tone an unexpected kind of dangerous as he finally felt the beginnings of the Arte build up around him. Sync was going to pay for this. Guy started the chant as the fire circled around him.
"Oh noble conflagration... Incinerate all!" He darted toward Sync with an almost superhuman speed, forcing the God-General up into the air with just the force of his blade as the flames grew and tore into his enemy. "Razing Phoenix!" he finished as he landed and the flames surged even higher.
That was what Sync got for making light of someone being forced into killing a good friend. Guy knew too well how it felt, and it was Sync's fault that he'd ever had to experience that. This, as far as he was concerned, was the God-General's just desserts.