[ah... a rather dramatic game of ping-pong, is that it? under different circumstances, maybe he would be the first to crack exactly that sort of joke, but--
well. unfortunately, there's doubt he's not the only one finding it difficult to find humor in this situation at all.
the scythe is jerked from where it had been buried in the pavement of the road by he long, whip-like chain and returned to his grip -- lightning is further generated by his person and channeled through the weapon as he swerves and dips toward her, attempting to dodge the incoming projectiles. he has to get in closer-- if she wants to play long-range games of 'toss the WMD,' luring her over Ciel's seal would be next to impossible. engaging her might provide the chance to propel her forcibly over the necessary location. he isn't bothering with subtlety -- veering sharply downward toward the 'demon's' face and, last second, instead of swinging the blade toward her -- it's dissolving into the air like ash, and he's extending claws toward the creature with abruptness. one aimed for her face in a tight grip-- another for a shoulder, to try to forcefully propel her down and closer to the ground with the momentum -- if not actually collide into it. if he makes contact... the megavolt of bio-electricity he's generating might not feel pleasant -- but he's purposely keeping the charge at a superficial level. he doesn't want to hurt her-- never has, and never will.]
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well. unfortunately, there's doubt he's not the only one finding it difficult to find humor in this situation at all.
the scythe is jerked from where it had been buried in the pavement of the road by he long, whip-like chain and returned to his grip -- lightning is further generated by his person and channeled through the weapon as he swerves and dips toward her, attempting to dodge the incoming projectiles. he has to get in closer-- if she wants to play long-range games of 'toss the WMD,' luring her over Ciel's seal would be next to impossible. engaging her might provide the chance to propel her forcibly over the necessary location. he isn't bothering with subtlety -- veering sharply downward toward the 'demon's' face and, last second, instead of swinging the blade toward her -- it's dissolving into the air like ash, and he's extending claws toward the creature with abruptness. one aimed for her face in a tight grip-- another for a shoulder, to try to forcefully propel her down and closer to the ground with the momentum -- if not actually collide into it. if he makes contact... the megavolt of bio-electricity he's generating might not feel pleasant -- but he's purposely keeping the charge at a superficial level. he doesn't want to hurt her-- never has, and never will.]