[Really? He didn't? Ryunosuke finds that extremely hard to believe.
He knows he's not a heavy hitter, and he knows the Kenoma can surely tell that as well. He knows he has no business thinking himself competent or qualified enough to engage in this conflict as a formidable player. Not like Estinien, or Himeka, or Syrlya, or any of the other Pleroma who have seen war and thrived in the face of it.
Despite that, he's been training hard in his time here, polishing what minimal knowledge and skill he'd already possessed; practicing his archery, focusing on his fitness... trying out all kinds of new things to increase his survivability in the hope that, if he failed to find a niche in martial skill, he might at least keep himself from being a burden to the rest of the Pleroma.
Even so... He'd known, right from the start, that if he ever found himself in a serious fight like this? Odds were he'd serve as little better than cannon fodder. Because grit, determination... An unwavering sense of justice. stubbornness. These are Ryunosuke's greatest strengths, all traits which have all served him well in his work as a lawyer. But in a physical skirmish? So long as he lacks the raw power to back his efforts, and the killer instinct to put it to use, those things mean very little...
And anyway... even his legendary tenacity has limits. There have been plenty of times before where he has found himself teetering on the edge of throwing in the towel, only to have one of his friends storm in at the last minute to remind him what he's fighting for, to inspire him anew. He'd draw his strength from them and charge back into the fray, often overcoming insurmountable odds...
...But there's no one here for him this time.
The fiery determination in Ryu's stare is threatening to sputter down to embers, much in the way Kaeya's aura cools right before his very eyes. Yet, even though he's clearly terrified, he doesn't avert his gaze, or try to jerk his chin out of the other Aion's grip.]
Guhh... I-if that's what you were hoping for this whole time, you c-c-c-could have just asked...
[A last ditch attempt at gallows humor, said rather sullenly. He suspects Kaeya is just trying to get a last rise out of him or make him flustered, and he's not going to play ball?? If he's about to get his throat cut or whatever, he'd at least like to keep his dignity :/]
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He knows he's not a heavy hitter, and he knows the Kenoma can surely tell that as well. He knows he has no business thinking himself competent or qualified enough to engage in this conflict as a formidable player. Not like Estinien, or Himeka, or Syrlya, or any of the other Pleroma who have seen war and thrived in the face of it.
Despite that, he's been training hard in his time here, polishing what minimal knowledge and skill he'd already possessed; practicing his archery, focusing on his fitness... trying out all kinds of new things to increase his survivability in the hope that, if he failed to find a niche in martial skill, he might at least keep himself from being a burden to the rest of the Pleroma.
Even so... He'd known, right from the start, that if he ever found himself in a serious fight like this? Odds were he'd serve as little better than cannon fodder. Because grit, determination... An unwavering sense of justice. stubbornness. These are Ryunosuke's greatest strengths, all traits which have all served him well in his work as a lawyer. But in a physical skirmish? So long as he lacks the raw power to back his efforts, and the killer instinct to put it to use, those things mean very little...
And anyway... even his legendary tenacity has limits. There have been plenty of times before where he has found himself teetering on the edge of throwing in the towel, only to have one of his friends storm in at the last minute to remind him what he's fighting for, to inspire him anew. He'd draw his strength from them and charge back into the fray, often overcoming insurmountable odds...
...But there's no one here for him this time.
The fiery determination in Ryu's stare is threatening to sputter down to embers, much in the way Kaeya's aura cools right before his very eyes. Yet, even though he's clearly terrified, he doesn't avert his gaze, or try to jerk his chin out of the other Aion's grip.]
Guhh... I-if that's what you were hoping for this whole time, you c-c-c-could have just asked...
[A last ditch attempt at gallows humor, said rather sullenly. He suspects Kaeya is just trying to get a last rise out of him or make him flustered, and he's not going to play ball?? If he's about to get his throat cut or whatever, he'd at least like to keep his dignity :/]