[The enclosed space and not having access to her preferred weapon of choice is limiting, but it's glaringly obvious that this is even more the case for him. These techniques aren't anti-unit, designed primarily to combat against human-sized individuals; anti-army or against something of far greater size at the very least, used in conjunction with a large and sweeping weapon that would more adequately fit the towering warrior's size. A large two-handed broadsword or a lance, perhaps? It's difficult to hazard a better guess from the way he's been fighting so far, but she would lean towards the latter personally.
The small daggers offered by the Hylician soldiers will not be enough, even as catalysts for more complex spells. She didn't plan to use those seriously when she was first offered, but she's not one to shy away from "unpopular" methods either when push comes to shove. Thus it happens within the next eyeblink: the blur darts out before his next attack could begin wholly manifesting, a whip of the exact same kind that the soldiers employed to force obedience out of all of them since the moment they've been discovered at their respective shrine. Lashing out and coiling around his elbow with a dry snapping sound, she's using it as a traditional whip to both drag him down and pull her up, intending to follow it up with a crushing blow at his solar plexus. She has no explicit intention of exerting her will upon another's body the same way the soldiers have, but unbeknownst to her, how much focus this fight demands has her do exactly so on an unconscious level. The need to keep a certain measure of control on the flow of this battle and have him less mobile seep into his muscles like a slow acting poison, albeit one he'll find himself amply capable of resisting unlike before. The Pleroma-attuned group have been bolstered by its power, the specific brand of submission these whips are capable of administering has become inversely proportional to how strong and unbending the target's willpower is. She only seeks to close the distance between them once more, before he unleashes something else she won't readily be able to extricate herself from. Scars old and fresh littering his body, some caused by something binding, are not lost on her, but she doesn't give them much thought. What else is there to glean from them, other than further testament to how much time he must've spent on various battlefields?]
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The small daggers offered by the Hylician soldiers will not be enough, even as catalysts for more complex spells. She didn't plan to use those seriously when she was first offered, but she's not one to shy away from "unpopular" methods either when push comes to shove. Thus it happens within the next eyeblink: the blur darts out before his next attack could begin wholly manifesting, a whip of the exact same kind that the soldiers employed to force obedience out of all of them since the moment they've been discovered at their respective shrine. Lashing out and coiling around his elbow with a dry snapping sound, she's using it as a traditional whip to both drag him down and pull her up, intending to follow it up with a crushing blow at his solar plexus. She has no explicit intention of exerting her will upon another's body the same way the soldiers have, but unbeknownst to her, how much focus this fight demands has her do exactly so on an unconscious level. The need to keep a certain measure of control on the flow of this battle and have him less mobile seep into his muscles like a slow acting poison, albeit one he'll find himself amply capable of resisting unlike before. The Pleroma-attuned group have been bolstered by its power, the specific brand of submission these whips are capable of administering has become inversely proportional to how strong and unbending the target's willpower is. She only seeks to close the distance between them once more, before he unleashes something else she won't readily be able to extricate herself from. Scars old and fresh littering his body, some caused by something binding, are not lost on her, but she doesn't give them much thought. What else is there to glean from them, other than further testament to how much time he must've spent on various battlefields?]