[It takes a few moments, but pale smoke begins to roll across the ground from behind Rokurou, blowing harmlessly past him as it moves towards the Erasers themselves. Smoke, perhaps, isn't the right word— as it thickens, it becomes a chill fog, one that slows the progress of the Erasers themselves as they find themselves mired by frost, taking the edge off any attack they might launch towards the swordsman by giving him more than enough time to react and intervene.
Well, it's not the same as having his full regiment of spells at his disposal, but Cyrus will certainly take what he can get. Fortunately, he's taken to carrying a rapier on his person in the absence of a staff, hoping his fencing days at the Academy will still serve him well in in the present.]
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Well, it's not the same as having his full regiment of spells at his disposal, but Cyrus will certainly take what he can get. Fortunately, he's taken to carrying a rapier on his person in the absence of a staff, hoping his fencing days at the Academy will still serve him well in in the present.]
Ha, take that!