[Nighttime in this city lately is no longer someplace anyone can go unarmed, even if it is with something as mundane as a gardening tool. Still, the shovel has outlived its usefulness once it meets the shadow a second time: even if Lenka's awakening strength can stand up to the creature, the ordinary metal can't.
(He's going to have to make excuses to the gardening club; they have extra shovels, but it's the principle of the matter.)
He grits his teeth as Shadow #1 (#2?) falls back, blocking the advance of the other, and moves in closer to try to keep them penned in -- the bent mess that was the shovel is kicked away into the dark. He has no time to spare to look over Galen for injuries, nor for a detailed look at his Persona, which would have simply looked like a somewhat ominous, hollowing sphere to him without the knowledge of its dark origins. But he'll still stand stubbornly between him and the threat.
Meantime, his own Persona finally materializes fully over the thundering of his heart and the snarling of the shadows -- a massive knight of twisted wood mounted on a horse of leaves, a strange sight. His hands are promptly filled with the weapons of his Awakening: a pair of short swords with rounded grip, red and blue.]
I-- [he hears Galen's question, but it's impossible to answer it, not least because he doesn't know himself just what exactly he is] --I'm combat-ready. Sir.
[It's an oddly matter-of-fact reply, out of place in a few different ways. There's steel behind it, though: Lenka's always been self-assured in his own quiet way, but there's teeth in the statement as he brings his swords up and rushes the enemy with a cry that sounds more animal than human.]
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(He's going to have to make excuses to the gardening club; they have extra shovels, but it's the principle of the matter.)
He grits his teeth as Shadow #1 (#2?) falls back, blocking the advance of the other, and moves in closer to try to keep them penned in -- the bent mess that was the shovel is kicked away into the dark. He has no time to spare to look over Galen for injuries, nor for a detailed look at his Persona, which would have simply looked like a somewhat ominous, hollowing sphere to him without the knowledge of its dark origins. But he'll still stand stubbornly between him and the threat.
Meantime, his own Persona finally materializes fully over the thundering of his heart and the snarling of the shadows -- a massive knight of twisted wood mounted on a horse of leaves, a strange sight. His hands are promptly filled with the weapons of his Awakening: a pair of short swords with rounded grip, red and blue.]
I-- [he hears Galen's question, but it's impossible to answer it, not least because he doesn't know himself just what exactly he is] --I'm combat-ready. Sir.
[It's an oddly matter-of-fact reply, out of place in a few different ways. There's steel behind it, though: Lenka's always been self-assured in his own quiet way, but there's teeth in the statement as he brings his swords up and rushes the enemy with a cry that sounds more animal than human.]