[He cringed. Eleanor clearly had very good defenses, but even so, being tossed into a wall by the ankle? Not fun at all. For a minute there he contemplates fleeing — if that kind of destructive power could be tossed away like it was nothing, what worth was he in the scheme of things? It would be much smarter to slip away now, while both Naminé and Eleanor were distracted, and add them both to his "people to avoid" list.]
[...But he's not going to do that.]
[Having remembered by seeing Eleanor's fireballs, Equius reaches into his pocket, and comes out with a small lighter. There's a certain beauty in being prepared, particularly when 'being prepared' involves attaching small incendiary boxes to some of one's arrows. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to figure out what happens next — there are a bunch of flaming arrows now headed for the Shadow's face.]
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[...But he's not going to do that.]
[Having remembered by seeing Eleanor's fireballs, Equius reaches into his pocket, and comes out with a small lighter. There's a certain beauty in being prepared, particularly when 'being prepared' involves attaching small incendiary boxes to some of one's arrows. It doesn't take a lot of brain power to figure out what happens next — there are a bunch of flaming arrows now headed for the Shadow's face.]