[Gilgamesh reappears a short distance away, floating on his own energy and carrying something over his shoulder... oh, my. That appears to be some kind of snow gun he's prepared to assault Masamune with, with snow already loaded in it and everything. He's serious about this! Or rather, serious about playing around.
Gilgamesh's finger hovers over the trigger as he grins.]
Oh? Is that it? And to think I was looking forward to actual sport...
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Gilgamesh's finger hovers over the trigger as he grins.]
Oh? Is that it? And to think I was looking forward to actual sport...
[Come on, dragon. You can do better than that.]