"O-oh, o-okay!" Chachanji managed, still a little shaken from the impact and what came after. "Sh-shield up, eyes o-open! G-got it!"
He fell into a battle stance again once Warren was away and back in his own. He had the shield forward now, all right, and looked to all the world as if he was trying to hide behind it. His sword arm hung more limply at his side, the tip of the blade almost touching the ground.
"Shield up, eyes open. Shield up, eyes open. Eeled up, shies open..." the little Lalafell repeated nervously, a mantra to both burn the hints into memory and to center himself before charged the imposing Paladin again. He wanted to close his eyes again, but knew not to. In some sort of strange compromise, he ended up with the eye closest to Warren open while the other took comfort in being squeezed shut.
"Ayaaaaaaah!" he shouted again as she charged. Or, more appropriately, it looked like his shield was charging and he was being dragged along with it. At least the slackness was gone in his sword arm now, the blade held up and out to his side for what would most likely be a wild horizontal swing.
Gran, on the other hand, had finished up his second victory dance under the shadow of the towering Victory - either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that the chocobo's attentions were elsewhere. He might have pressed his attack with his opponent thusly distracted, but the little porker felt he had proven his martial merit.
He fell into a battle stance again once Warren was away and back in his own. He had the shield forward now, all right, and looked to all the world as if he was trying to hide behind it. His sword arm hung more limply at his side, the tip of the blade almost touching the ground.
"Shield up, eyes open. Shield up, eyes open. Eeled up, shies open..." the little Lalafell repeated nervously, a mantra to both burn the hints into memory and to center himself before charged the imposing Paladin again. He wanted to close his eyes again, but knew not to. In some sort of strange compromise, he ended up with the eye closest to Warren open while the other took comfort in being squeezed shut.
"Ayaaaaaaah!" he shouted again as she charged. Or, more appropriately, it looked like his shield was charging and he was being dragged along with it. At least the slackness was gone in his sword arm now, the blade held up and out to his side for what would most likely be a wild horizontal swing.
Gran, on the other hand, had finished up his second victory dance under the shadow of the towering Victory - either oblivious to or ignoring the fact that the chocobo's attentions were elsewhere. He might have pressed his attack with his opponent thusly distracted, but the little porker felt he had proven his martial merit.
