Man, Anna's energy is actually a good distractor away from the mess that just happened, at least, and slowly Zelos feels his blush subside. Smirking and wanting out of this entire situation, he's this close to opening his big mouth and forcing Sheena to take the wheel, but then she slots him right into the spar herself, and--well, are eyes are on him, now. And he does have his sword out, which practically seals the deal, so...
Ugh, alright, whatever. Zelos sighs theatrically, playing the part like he can't believe this even if he's the one who requested the spar. He rolls his eyes, then looks back at Anna, at the expression that sets on her face, so hungry and ready for battle, and something in Zelos clicks.
Maybe this can work in his favour.
Because now that he has Anna right in front of him, now that he remembers she is a driver and her blade is standing back, when he thinks of their first meeting and her words, her ideals, her entire attitude towards the war effort and everything that's happened so far, Zelos... realizes where this could lead. Where he could lead this. Realizes that suddenly a burning, itching part of him wants this, actually, a little something that crystallizes in his chest and pushes him forward. He steps into the clearing, away from Lloyd and Sheena as he shifts his sword back into an active state, ether bursting forth. A silent invitation for Anna to follow.
And she will follow, he knows. This human is openly excitable and foolish, just like all the others that have set their sights on Tethe'alla's Aegis. So the gaze Zelos sets on Anna as he turns back to look at her is hardened and mischievous, something smug, slightly calculating, yet carefully slotted somewhere in the fine line between friendly and serious. Flippant, capricious. Like a proud lion ready to pounce.
He snorts. "C'mon, you wanna fight the Aegis, don't ya?" he asks through a laugh, tilting his head slightly. The sound of his ether rushing forth from his sword snuffs out the huff he releases. "I mean, yeah, I can take you on. But are you sure you can take me on?"
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Ugh, alright, whatever. Zelos sighs theatrically, playing the part like he can't believe this even if he's the one who requested the spar. He rolls his eyes, then looks back at Anna, at the expression that sets on her face, so hungry and ready for battle, and something in Zelos clicks.
Maybe this can work in his favour.
Because now that he has Anna right in front of him, now that he remembers she is a driver and her blade is standing back, when he thinks of their first meeting and her words, her ideals, her entire attitude towards the war effort and everything that's happened so far, Zelos... realizes where this could lead. Where he could lead this. Realizes that suddenly a burning, itching part of him wants this, actually, a little something that crystallizes in his chest and pushes him forward. He steps into the clearing, away from Lloyd and Sheena as he shifts his sword back into an active state, ether bursting forth. A silent invitation for Anna to follow.
And she will follow, he knows. This human is openly excitable and foolish, just like all the others that have set their sights on Tethe'alla's Aegis. So the gaze Zelos sets on Anna as he turns back to look at her is hardened and mischievous, something smug, slightly calculating, yet carefully slotted somewhere in the fine line between friendly and serious. Flippant, capricious. Like a proud lion ready to pounce.
He snorts. "C'mon, you wanna fight the Aegis, don't ya?" he asks through a laugh, tilting his head slightly. The sound of his ether rushing forth from his sword snuffs out the huff he releases. "I mean, yeah, I can take you on. But are you sure you can take me on?"