[At first it was easy to maintain her focus on the spell- though she was new to this sort of true magic, she had been raised not to be... and the mental attitude came naturally. The focus she channeled via the words and the way she held herself, the envisioning of a binding chain upon his person...
And it held at first, as he felt it out, as he tried a few varying ways of forcing physical movement when she was keenly attempting to arrest them.
But after a while, when he gathered himself, really pushed, it became... much more difficult. As the seconds ticked by her brow furrowed even fiercer, sweat broke out on her brow, jaw grit, and her breathing became somewhat shallow, attempting with all of her current might to reinforce the bindings he was rapidly pushing through. But Masamune has experience on the battlefield, in throwing himself against opponants and pitting himself against death, and Sieglinde... does not.
In a real life or death situation, perhaps it would be different, perhaps she could summon up a desperation that might match what he was capable of drawing on, but for now-
It had seemed like forever to her, but it was barely a minute before the spell broke, suddenly freeing him to move forward even as she weakly gasped for the air to speak, somewhat pale.]
[ when he breaks free he simply moves forward as intended, moving to bring a hand gently on top of her head in an affectionate touch (and in a not so obvious check to make sure she gains her color back and doesn't pass out on him or something without actually looking like he's watching out for that. Leaning forward though his expression is friendly and encouraging. ] Pretty impressive for your first try.
[ and he means it. Maybe one day she will have a better idea of just how true it is because of what he is capable of. Someone that can stand on par with the entities that Gilgamesh is part of, even. But, secretly, he hopes it's a while yet or that she never does. Masamune isn't sure why but he likes her knowing he's an officer and that he can fight and such things even that he does have some superhuman abilities in things like speed and jump but holding back the full details. He likes... her not knowing what kind of beast he takes on out there, that when he's like that is the only time he feels like it's absolutely worth every waking second to be alive and stay alive.
He's not sure, maybe he really does have concerns she will dislike him if she knew, especially as a girl who he can clearly see wishes to go out of her way to save lives from the grip of death that people like him deliver. ]
Let's definitely stay on the same side, 'kay? I wouldn't want to have to deal with you during the real deal.
[Before she regained her breath, Sieglinde moved the hand she'd been using to channel the spell to grip at Masamune's forearm when he patted her on her head, eyes closed briefly and taking deep breaths.
Of course she expected magic to have a cost, to be straining on the mind... the night she'd spent healing after the prison break, particularly after the amount of magic she'd used purging the blood poison from Masamune, had left her utterly exhausted. Still, this spell seemed far more difficult- to pit her strength of will against her opponent's...
But as color returned to her cheeks and she opened her eyes, Sieglinde didn't seem disappointed or tired at all, smiling broadly.]
That was amazing! Did you see it-
[Of course he saw it, that was a foolish question-]
What a useful spell! I could hold someone as powerful as yourself!
[For a minute- maybe less than a minute if it was someone who threw themselves against the spell's hold with full force at the get go, but. In a battle, another riot... being able to hold an opponent for even half that time was enough to begin to get away or get help.]
[ he blinks a moment at her comment, ah did she really think that high of his strength? He didn't realize but that's... Cute. And her enthusiasm is great. He laughs. ] You did !
Even more powerful opponents you may have an easier time with—most people you encounter in battle are hollow-willed in the execution of their intentions.
[ it's not true for everyone but... Masamune hopes that of she ever encounters someone with enough will to hurt her where her spell would fail that she she'll have plenty of other tricks up her sleeve by then. ]
[How strong-willed she was in relation to others isn't ever something that Sieglinde has truly thought about- beyond wondering is she had more of what it took to be the Green Witch than her ancestors. If it came to the battlefield, she'd have to pay more mind...
Until then, she could smile like this- under the guise of "practice".]
I have another spell that will be of use as well- a shielding spell!
[She thumped her chest proudly before pointing at Masamune.]
[ wow, so confident, and it almost makes Masamune blanch—not out of fear but did she say blade?
Yikes.
Nevertheless, the samurai shifts his stance, sliding his footing to move into a battle stance and cross his arms to bring his hands about the hilts of a sheathed sword at either side of him without pulling them out just yet. ]
[It's a confidence born not only of a naive faith in her own magic, but a firm belief in the fact that he wouldn't hurt her- that if things did go wrong, and her shield broke, he would have the finesse to pull his swing.
So she took a deep breath and gathered herself again, her hands fiddling in front of her-
Not fiddling. Tying invisible knots.]
So soll es sein.
[A slight shimmer was all that would betray the sphere of protection that sprung up around her.]
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And it held at first, as he felt it out, as he tried a few varying ways of forcing physical movement when she was keenly attempting to arrest them.
But after a while, when he gathered himself, really pushed, it became... much more difficult. As the seconds ticked by her brow furrowed even fiercer, sweat broke out on her brow, jaw grit, and her breathing became somewhat shallow, attempting with all of her current might to reinforce the bindings he was rapidly pushing through. But Masamune has experience on the battlefield, in throwing himself against opponants and pitting himself against death, and Sieglinde... does not.
In a real life or death situation, perhaps it would be different, perhaps she could summon up a desperation that might match what he was capable of drawing on, but for now-
It had seemed like forever to her, but it was barely a minute before the spell broke, suddenly freeing him to move forward even as she weakly gasped for the air to speak, somewhat pale.]
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[ and he means it. Maybe one day she will have a better idea of just how true it is because of what he is capable of. Someone that can stand on par with the entities that Gilgamesh is part of, even. But, secretly, he hopes it's a while yet or that she never does. Masamune isn't sure why but he likes her knowing he's an officer and that he can fight and such things even that he does have some superhuman abilities in things like speed and jump but holding back the full details. He likes... her not knowing what kind of beast he takes on out there, that when he's like that is the only time he feels like it's absolutely worth every waking second to be alive and stay alive.
He's not sure, maybe he really does have concerns she will dislike him if she knew, especially as a girl who he can clearly see wishes to go out of her way to save lives from the grip of death that people like him deliver. ]
Let's definitely stay on the same side, 'kay? I wouldn't want to have to deal with you during the real deal.
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Of course she expected magic to have a cost, to be straining on the mind... the night she'd spent healing after the prison break, particularly after the amount of magic she'd used purging the blood poison from Masamune, had left her utterly exhausted. Still, this spell seemed far more difficult- to pit her strength of will against her opponent's...
But as color returned to her cheeks and she opened her eyes, Sieglinde didn't seem disappointed or tired at all, smiling broadly.]
That was amazing! Did you see it-
[Of course he saw it, that was a foolish question-]
What a useful spell! I could hold someone as powerful as yourself!
[For a minute- maybe less than a minute if it was someone who threw themselves against the spell's hold with full force at the get go, but. In a battle, another riot... being able to hold an opponent for even half that time was enough to begin to get away or get help.]
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Even more powerful opponents you may have an easier time with—most people you encounter in battle are hollow-willed in the execution of their intentions.
[ it's not true for everyone but... Masamune hopes that of she ever encounters someone with enough will to hurt her where her spell would fail that she she'll have plenty of other tricks up her sleeve by then. ]
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Until then, she could smile like this- under the guise of "practice".]
I have another spell that will be of use as well- a shielding spell!
[She thumped her chest proudly before pointing at Masamune.]
So this time, come at me with your blade!
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Yikes.
Nevertheless, the samurai shifts his stance, sliding his footing to move into a battle stance and cross his arms to bring his hands about the hilts of a sheathed sword at either side of him without pulling them out just yet. ]
Are you ready?! [ put your guns on Sieglinde ]
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So she took a deep breath and gathered herself again, her hands fiddling in front of her-
Not fiddling. Tying invisible knots.]
So soll es sein.
[A slight shimmer was all that would betray the sphere of protection that sprung up around her.]