[Jacques was already moving, expression grim as he placed himself between his younger friend and the swarm. Asuka hadn't deserved a death like that, but there was little he could do now save to make sure it wasn't in vain. They would mourn later.]
Be strong, you can do zis, my friend.
[Grim, but determined. Starting with the one that had dealt the blow to Asuka as a fist lashes out towards crystalline face. A solid punch, then another, and the countenance cracks. As he'd mastered the Monk-job, Jacques went into a flurry of motion as best he was able, putting all his determination behind it, taunting as he went to try and keep them focused on himself.]
Hah, you all are nozing but glass! I 'ave faced worse zan you, and come out stronger in my bones each time!
[Too many, there are too many! For every one or two Jacques takes down, there are more coming to replace them. Lydia in his head is watching, cheering him on the whole time before she yells a warning.
Jacques!
His attention was taken by a younger crystalline form, only the faintest resemblance to his younger friend still behind him throwing his timing off. Allowing the entity to slide in and hit him in the gut, winding him before it moved away.
Lydia's warning in his head came at the same time, too late, as his eyes went wide at the smaller crystalline entity smirking as it came towards him. Familiar ponytail bouncing high on her head, and a wickedly jagged long dagger in her hand.]
Sacre bleu...zis can not be.
[Barely dodging the first strike, as the purple-crystalline Lydia continued to smirk at him. Jacques regained his feet, but could not fight back. Not against his friend, one of his older ones here from Crystallis. Had it worn Be-atlejuice's face, it would have been difficult, but not impossible.
But he could not strike back at Lydia...]
Jacques, no...it's not me! Get up...fight!
[Even the small voice in his head that was pleading with him could not break through, as he was a second too slow, didn't pivot fast enough, before a blade was slicing through skin and muscle. All the way until it felt bone, and twisted.]
Mais...non...Lydia...
[A gurgle, as the entity smiled sweetly, and twisted again. Jacques' vision going swimmy, then black--and Lydia saw no more through Jacques' eyes.]
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[Jacques was already moving, expression grim as he placed himself between his younger friend and the swarm. Asuka hadn't deserved a death like that, but there was little he could do now save to make sure it wasn't in vain. They would mourn later.]
Be strong, you can do zis, my friend.
[Grim, but determined. Starting with the one that had dealt the blow to Asuka as a fist lashes out towards crystalline face. A solid punch, then another, and the countenance cracks. As he'd mastered the Monk-job, Jacques went into a flurry of motion as best he was able, putting all his determination behind it, taunting as he went to try and keep them focused on himself.]
Hah, you all are nozing but glass! I 'ave faced worse zan you, and come out stronger in my bones each time!
[Too many, there are too many! For every one or two Jacques takes down, there are more coming to replace them. Lydia in his head is watching, cheering him on the whole time before she yells a warning.
Jacques!
His attention was taken by a younger crystalline form, only the faintest resemblance to his younger friend still behind him throwing his timing off. Allowing the entity to slide in and hit him in the gut, winding him before it moved away.
Lydia's warning in his head came at the same time, too late, as his eyes went wide at the smaller crystalline entity smirking as it came towards him. Familiar ponytail bouncing high on her head, and a wickedly jagged long dagger in her hand.]
Sacre bleu...zis can not be.
[Barely dodging the first strike, as the purple-crystalline Lydia continued to smirk at him. Jacques regained his feet, but could not fight back. Not against his friend, one of his older ones here from Crystallis. Had it worn Be-atlejuice's face, it would have been difficult, but not impossible.
But he could not strike back at Lydia...]
Jacques, no...it's not me! Get up...fight!
[Even the small voice in his head that was pleading with him could not break through, as he was a second too slow, didn't pivot fast enough, before a blade was slicing through skin and muscle. All the way until it felt bone, and twisted.]
Mais...non...Lydia...
[A gurgle, as the entity smiled sweetly, and twisted again. Jacques' vision going swimmy, then black--and Lydia saw no more through Jacques' eyes.]