Despite not stopping to actually respond to any of Summoner's shit, the highblood still bristles angrily while ranting and raving at the continuous insults being hurled at his religion. It's just such an obvious weak spot, but he's not used to it being poked at so openly by...well, anyone!
Then the club is being swung in Summoner's direction, and he almost smirks, but only almost, since that club flies right by him instead of smacking him out of the sky like a pesky moth. Ugh, OK, motherfucker is coming right for him-
"Come on, motherfucker..." He mumbles under his breath, standing his ground as the Summoner dive bombs at him. Arms out, claws hooked, he prepares himself for a collision whilst avoiding that lance somehow. When the Summoner is JUST close enough, the highblood draws another club that's smaller than his iconic main weapon (like the last one), and swings out against the lance tip in an attempt to redirect the motherfucker into a different direction.
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Then the club is being swung in Summoner's direction, and he almost smirks, but only almost, since that club flies right by him instead of smacking him out of the sky like a pesky moth. Ugh, OK, motherfucker is coming right for him-
"Come on, motherfucker..." He mumbles under his breath, standing his ground as the Summoner dive bombs at him. Arms out, claws hooked, he prepares himself for a collision whilst avoiding that lance somehow. When the Summoner is JUST close enough, the highblood draws another club that's smaller than his iconic main weapon (like the last one), and swings out against the lance tip in an attempt to redirect the motherfucker into a different direction.