Marluxia had been present for other such contests. He'd observed Wonderweiss subjugating the Hellhound. It was the first time he'd ever seen such a thing, and it had been strangely tense at the time even though the monster in question would have been one easily dispatched by himself or Lumi.
This beast would not be readily dealt with, and this contest was taking much longer than others had.
Ulquiorra and Neliel had left, and then reappeared soon after. Ulquiorra first, dressed in his Arrancar uniform and wearing an expression of silent attentiveness. Neliel had reappeared shortly after, and given Marluxia a look that had graduated from merely poisonous to outright venomous.
He'd ignored her. There may be trouble later, but for now, Wonderweiss was more important.
In deference to Lumi's voiced concerns about having his gun for weaponry, Marluxia had collected his sword for him. He hadn't been pleased about the idea of leaving him, but he'd been satisfied that Wonderweiss was in this for the long haul.
He'd also taken the opportunity to dress, since standing before a wyrm such as that wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms felt uncomfortably vulnerable.
The air was thick with the battle raging on between Wonderweiss and the wyrm, although it continued in a form unseen. Marluxia was tiring, but he could manage. He hoped that Wonderweiss would not be suffering from his own fatigue in the contest against the wyrm. It would be a pity for him to lose to it after fighting so long.
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This beast would not be readily dealt with, and this contest was taking much longer than others had.
Ulquiorra and Neliel had left, and then reappeared soon after. Ulquiorra first, dressed in his Arrancar uniform and wearing an expression of silent attentiveness. Neliel had reappeared shortly after, and given Marluxia a look that had graduated from merely poisonous to outright venomous.
He'd ignored her. There may be trouble later, but for now, Wonderweiss was more important.
In deference to Lumi's voiced concerns about having his gun for weaponry, Marluxia had collected his sword for him. He hadn't been pleased about the idea of leaving him, but he'd been satisfied that Wonderweiss was in this for the long haul.
He'd also taken the opportunity to dress, since standing before a wyrm such as that wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms felt uncomfortably vulnerable.
The air was thick with the battle raging on between Wonderweiss and the wyrm, although it continued in a form unseen. Marluxia was tiring, but he could manage. He hoped that Wonderweiss would not be suffering from his own fatigue in the contest against the wyrm. It would be a pity for him to lose to it after fighting so long.