At first, Sync could only watch with apathy as Guy was knocked back, crumpling to the floor in a bloody heap. The Mystic Arte had used up most of his energy, and for those few moments the God-General struggled to remain on his feet. However, it hadn't taken long before the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, that tired smile growing until the replica was grinning wildly down at the fallen swordsman.
And then there was the shouting. At first everything seemed to have been coming through a filter, but both Anise's and Claude's cries soon became crystal clear. They were screaming, pleading for the blond to get up, but Sync knew the truth.
Guy was going to die.
The God-General slowly made his way over to where the latter lay, paying no mind to how Claude was pounding uselessly at the invisible wall. It excited him to know that he'd finally be able to get even, all the while squeezing out every last bit of misery from everyone around him.
Eventually Sync found himself hovering over the swordsman's form, taking the time to admire every wound he'd inflicted while scowling at every one he hadn't. He didn't bother to pay any respect as he casually stepped onto one of Guy's arms, making sure to press his entire weight against the fractured bone before stepping on the other and repeating the process. The replica continued this until he was satisfied, finally stepping off and circling around until he was crouched behind Guy's head.
Given their physiques it was no surprise that Sync struggled to move Guy, though he refused to give up until he had the latter just where he wanted him. Eventually, with a good amount of work, the God-General had managed to shift them until the swordsman's body was facing Claude, blonde head forced upwards so that Guy had no choice but to look up at the other swordsman. Meanwhile, Sync was on his knees behind him, one of his arms around Guy's neck in a loose choke hold while the other hand was clamped tightly into the latter's hair. However, instead of paying any mind to Claude, Sync's attention was solely on Anise.
The God-General's gaze was emotionless, even when he pulled his arm back, slowly strangling Guy in the process.
Re: Coliseum Floor - North
And then there was the shouting. At first everything seemed to have been coming through a filter, but both Anise's and Claude's cries soon became crystal clear. They were screaming, pleading for the blond to get up, but Sync knew the truth.
Guy was going to die.
The God-General slowly made his way over to where the latter lay, paying no mind to how Claude was pounding uselessly at the invisible wall. It excited him to know that he'd finally be able to get even, all the while squeezing out every last bit of misery from everyone around him.
Eventually Sync found himself hovering over the swordsman's form, taking the time to admire every wound he'd inflicted while scowling at every one he hadn't. He didn't bother to pay any respect as he casually stepped onto one of Guy's arms, making sure to press his entire weight against the fractured bone before stepping on the other and repeating the process. The replica continued this until he was satisfied, finally stepping off and circling around until he was crouched behind Guy's head.
Given their physiques it was no surprise that Sync struggled to move Guy, though he refused to give up until he had the latter just where he wanted him. Eventually, with a good amount of work, the God-General had managed to shift them until the swordsman's body was facing Claude, blonde head forced upwards so that Guy had no choice but to look up at the other swordsman. Meanwhile, Sync was on his knees behind him, one of his arms around Guy's neck in a loose choke hold while the other hand was clamped tightly into the latter's hair. However, instead of paying any mind to Claude, Sync's attention was solely on Anise.
The God-General's gaze was emotionless, even when he pulled his arm back, slowly strangling Guy in the process.