rupert's frantic hunting for a rhyme is me writing raps and therefore i feel bad for him. it's not a lot, but just like before, it's enough - that golden light wraps warmly around him and extends outwards to byleth, bathing her and dimitri alike in warmth. dimitri doesn't get to benefit from the heal, but byleth does. she'll feel her concussion start to fade into less of a pounding headache, and of much more significance, her arm, which was profusely bleeding, begins to slowly stop as if the wound was sealing itself up. it's not a complete heal, and it's not reattaching her arm, but she does stabilize.
meanwhile, the combined attacks of frumpkin, caleb and dimitri successfully take out the two ramudas. both of them had those weird, black eyes, and both of them make that horrible scream noise. the one from the top falls from the catwalk and lands on the ground in a heap in the center of the battlefield, and the one on the stage is blown backwards.
that just leaves one ramuda, still sitting in the audience, sucking on his lollipop. he hops up from where he's sitting and spins the lollipop in his hand absently. this one doesn't have the strange black eyes compared to the others; he walks leisurely forward. ]
What's up with you guys, huh? You reallll~ y want something bad to happen to your friends back home? Only one of those buttons is gonna work. The Prime Minister's gonna be rea~l mad.
I guess all of this could be fake. Wouldn't that be crazy? Like some kind of illusion! Haha! 🎶 I can't imagine what would be happening to you right now if this wasn't real!
Too bad it is, fufu. Rupert, your prince loves you. It's sweet! Are you really gonna let him die for that guy? [ ramuda gestures to caleb and frumpkin. ] Of all people?
[ however, the group may notice that the arena around them is starting to get sort of strange. the world seems to be wavering and trembling - almost shaking. like something's wrong with it, destabilized. ]
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rupert's frantic hunting for a rhyme is me writing raps and therefore i feel bad for him. it's not a lot, but just like before, it's enough - that golden light wraps warmly around him and extends outwards to byleth, bathing her and dimitri alike in warmth. dimitri doesn't get to benefit from the heal, but byleth does. she'll feel her concussion start to fade into less of a pounding headache, and of much more significance, her arm, which was profusely bleeding, begins to slowly stop as if the wound was sealing itself up. it's not a complete heal, and it's not reattaching her arm, but she does stabilize.
meanwhile, the combined attacks of frumpkin, caleb and dimitri successfully take out the two ramudas. both of them had those weird, black eyes, and both of them make that horrible scream noise. the one from the top falls from the catwalk and lands on the ground in a heap in the center of the battlefield, and the one on the stage is blown backwards.
that just leaves one ramuda, still sitting in the audience, sucking on his lollipop. he hops up from where he's sitting and spins the lollipop in his hand absently. this one doesn't have the strange black eyes compared to the others; he walks leisurely forward. ]
I guess all of this could be fake. Wouldn't that be crazy? Like some kind of illusion! Haha! 🎶 I can't imagine what would be happening to you right now if this wasn't real!
Too bad it is, fufu. Rupert, your prince loves you. It's sweet! Are you really gonna let him die for that guy? [ ramuda gestures to caleb and frumpkin. ] Of all people?
[ however, the group may notice that the arena around them is starting to get sort of strange. the world seems to be wavering and trembling - almost shaking. like something's wrong with it, destabilized. ]