[ Fushimi clicks his tongue, because even if he's living a little for the thrill of this fight -- he doesn't much like their odds, if there's nine that Noctis has already seen. There's a good chance there's more of them than they have fighters...
Well, they'll all hold out as long as they can, Fushimi supposes. ]
Close enough. [ Fushimi isn't about to argue the differences between his powers and magic from other worlds. ] It's finally useful for something like this.
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Well, they'll all hold out as long as they can, Fushimi supposes. ]
Close enough. [ Fushimi isn't about to argue the differences between his powers and magic from other worlds. ] It's finally useful for something like this.