[His lips curl into a bitter smirk at those words. It's enough to dismiss the awareness of his true name that Archer had never spoken to anyone but his God.]
Perhaps. [he shrugs, his bow materializing in his hand as one of the swords appears in the other. Archer nocks it like an arrow and the sword changes shape, thinning as jagged spiral runs its length. He aims at something left of Zelda.
Their surroundings change, no longer being a wasteland of swords but a ruined, burning city. There are people there, too, all of them holding various weapons.
Archer doesn't hesitate. Arrows fly, each finding its target easily. People around them fall, each pierced by a black arrow. It's a slaughter. Soon there's no one left standing aside him and Zelda.
Archer hesitates for the first time, lowering his bow with half-drawn arrow. His instincts scream that no one should be left alive, yet she clearly doesn't belong here. Finally he comes to decision, both weapons vanishing in a burst of blue motes.]
no subject
Perhaps. [he shrugs, his bow materializing in his hand as one of the swords appears in the other. Archer nocks it like an arrow and the sword changes shape, thinning as jagged spiral runs its length. He aims at something left of Zelda.
Their surroundings change, no longer being a wasteland of swords but a ruined, burning city. There are people there, too, all of them holding various weapons.
Archer doesn't hesitate. Arrows fly, each finding its target easily. People around them fall, each pierced by a black arrow. It's a slaughter. Soon there's no one left standing aside him and Zelda.
Archer hesitates for the first time, lowering his bow with half-drawn arrow. His instincts scream that no one should be left alive, yet she clearly doesn't belong here. Finally he comes to decision, both weapons vanishing in a burst of blue motes.]
You don't belong here.