A scowl crossed England's face when Minako came to stand in front of him, defending him like he were some defenceless child. She'd saved him once, admittedly, but that was when he had been unprepared. Now it just rankled on his sense of pride. To be defended from a childish magician by a teenager of all things. It was intolerable! Despite the pain, he drew himself up to stand straight and tall, and moved to stand next to Minako, expression dark and angry. He wasn't about to let himself be humiliated by this man, no matter what power he wielded.
And, well, the mention of the Anglo-Japanese alliance made him feel rather nostalgic. He had to hold up his end if this slip of a girl was going to be fighting too.
In the corner of his eyes, the shadows danced, a guttural whisper reaching him. He pushed his discomfort away though, focussing on their assailant.
"I don't boast," England snapped. "Not when it comes to talk of subjugating my brothers." He was entirely truthful then because he liked talking about how honestly he'd dragged them down.
He blinked, trying to summon some of his oft-ill used magic to his fingertips, determined to show this brat exactly who he was dealing with and make him regret his words, only for nothing to come. There was nothing there, no crackle or burn and the cursed man was changing, shifting to something intangible and it was really hard to kick the arse of smoke.
Without thinking, he turned, putting himself between Minako and the approaching cloud with roiled with power. He might survive. He wasn't about to take the risk that she would too.
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And, well, the mention of the Anglo-Japanese alliance made him feel rather nostalgic. He had to hold up his end if this slip of a girl was going to be fighting too.
In the corner of his eyes, the shadows danced, a guttural whisper reaching him. He pushed his discomfort away though, focussing on their assailant.
"I don't boast," England snapped. "Not when it comes to talk of subjugating my brothers." He was entirely truthful then because he liked talking about how honestly he'd dragged them down.
He blinked, trying to summon some of his oft-ill used magic to his fingertips, determined to show this brat exactly who he was dealing with and make him regret his words, only for nothing to come. There was nothing there, no crackle or burn and the cursed man was changing, shifting to something intangible and it was really hard to kick the arse of smoke.
Without thinking, he turned, putting himself between Minako and the approaching cloud with roiled with power. He might survive. He wasn't about to take the risk that she would too.