[Bowing deeply to the Cryo Archon, he smirks as he raises his head to look up at the god he so faithfully serves, honored that she would bless them with her words and overjoyed that Yoimiya stands beside him to offer herself alongside him. They would both bring glory to Snezhnaya and to Her Majesty, crush all that stand in their way, and eventually conquer the world- starting right now.]
Of course, Your Majesty.
[He turns to watch portals from the Abyss open up to reveal something more dangerous, generals of the Abyss Prince that clearly wanted to disrupt their perfect day. Little did he know, that this is the exact kind of thing Tartaglia thrives in. And naturally, his fearless partner here, the love of his life just looks at them like they're just simple pests, making him laugh. Abyss Heralds were no joke...except to them.
And if she wanted to make that point more clear, he bends down as she pulls him into a kiss, closing his eyes and smiling into it as they both wish each other good luck through the passes of their lips against each other. As they break, her brilliant golden eyes capture his own, the brush of her hand against his cheek making his skin prickle as he admires her beauty right before they move to take on their respective opponent.]
Let's dispatch them quickly and then clean up the rest of the rabble, Yoimiya.
[Tartaglia's movement afterwards is so fast it's hard to see him, abusing the power of his Vision as he practically hydroplanes to the pyro lector that shoots fireballs in his direction, bloodlust coating his expression as his blades sing through the air to assault his target. Though he's fought them before, among the many monsters of the Abyss that he saw as a child, he knows Yoimiya hasn't. Not that he's worried, but his instinct to protect her in case things go south hasn't dulled even with how powerful she's become. So even through his attacks, with one blade cutting straight through the lector's armor and another coming dangerously close to impaling it through the chest, he keeps an eye on Yoimiya. Because he wants to make sure she's okay, and so he can watch her murder a monster.]
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Of course, Your Majesty.
[He turns to watch portals from the Abyss open up to reveal something more dangerous, generals of the Abyss Prince that clearly wanted to disrupt their perfect day. Little did he know, that this is the exact kind of thing Tartaglia thrives in. And naturally, his fearless partner here, the love of his life just looks at them like they're just simple pests, making him laugh. Abyss Heralds were no joke...except to them.
And if she wanted to make that point more clear, he bends down as she pulls him into a kiss, closing his eyes and smiling into it as they both wish each other good luck through the passes of their lips against each other. As they break, her brilliant golden eyes capture his own, the brush of her hand against his cheek making his skin prickle as he admires her beauty right before they move to take on their respective opponent.]
Let's dispatch them quickly and then clean up the rest of the rabble, Yoimiya.
[Tartaglia's movement afterwards is so fast it's hard to see him, abusing the power of his Vision as he practically hydroplanes to the pyro lector that shoots fireballs in his direction, bloodlust coating his expression as his blades sing through the air to assault his target. Though he's fought them before, among the many monsters of the Abyss that he saw as a child, he knows Yoimiya hasn't. Not that he's worried, but his instinct to protect her in case things go south hasn't dulled even with how powerful she's become. So even through his attacks, with one blade cutting straight through the lector's armor and another coming dangerously close to impaling it through the chest, he keeps an eye on Yoimiya. Because he wants to make sure she's okay, and so he can watch her murder a monster.]