Levin's speed is ungodly. ...Or, well. Quite godly, as a matter of course. The prince of the Nameless States was born with the blood of the gods running through his veins, and it is with this power now that he skims across the surface of the sands.
His strategy was simple. One couldn't defeat what one could not hit. He intended to use the storm and his speed to make it as difficult as possible for the Mad Prince. Ideally, he was more accustomed to fighting on this terrain as well, given the less barren state of this country in Luca's past.
For all of this, there is a grim resolution to his expression as he glances down at his sacred tome.
Holsety... He would place trust in the words given to him.
Almost evenly matched with the wolves, Levin uses his advantage of attacking at a distance to his favor. The first burst of cutting wind sweeps towards his pursuers as he aims a second towards Luca. The nice thing about attacking with the wind was that aim wasn't such an issue.
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His strategy was simple. One couldn't defeat what one could not hit. He intended to use the storm and his speed to make it as difficult as possible for the Mad Prince. Ideally, he was more accustomed to fighting on this terrain as well, given the less barren state of this country in Luca's past.
For all of this, there is a grim resolution to his expression as he glances down at his sacred tome.
Holsety... He would place trust in the words given to him.
Almost evenly matched with the wolves, Levin uses his advantage of attacking at a distance to his favor. The first burst of cutting wind sweeps towards his pursuers as he aims a second towards Luca. The nice thing about attacking with the wind was that aim wasn't such an issue.