[He's a little surprised by the transformation of her weapon. He vaguely remembers that flying marshmallow from before, so he's both fascinated and a bit impressed.
Although an arrow or two might graze him, he mostly dodges, blocks, and deflects them, each one just fueling that drive. And when she switches back to the sword, he just grins as his own weapon suddenly disappears—]
But I'm getting fired up!
[—and is replaced by a long sword wielded by both hands, its blade igniting into flames as it slams against her icy one.]
you say that like that's not normal
Although an arrow or two might graze him, he mostly dodges, blocks, and deflects them, each one just fueling that drive. And when she switches back to the sword, he just grins as his own weapon suddenly disappears—]
But I'm getting fired up!
[—and is replaced by a long sword wielded by both hands, its blade igniting into flames as it slams against her icy one.]