[Help might even come from the last person he would want it to, a burst of flame tossed almost carelessly at the vines reaching closest to Gladio.]
[LINK-STRIKE] [- Ardyn -]
...I've no idea why none of us thought of that sooner.
[A streak of magenta rushed past, ending in the scarlet-toned Blade of the Mystic and Ardyn gripping its hilt with both hands, eyes still dark but face a bit clearer of the blackened scourge. In a single swift motion he followed the arc of Gladio's blade with his own greatsword, matching that strike with one of his own, propelled by all the strength as he had to attempt knocking the decadent deity aside.]
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[- Ardyn -]
...I've no idea why none of us thought of that sooner.
[A streak of magenta rushed past, ending in the scarlet-toned Blade of the Mystic and Ardyn gripping its hilt with both hands, eyes still dark but face a bit clearer of the blackened scourge. In a single swift motion he followed the arc of Gladio's blade with his own greatsword, matching that strike with one of his own, propelled by all the strength as he had to attempt knocking the decadent deity aside.]