Brannt found himself near General Beatrix as the battle continued. He had observed her taking out crowds with a particular ability. The sheer amount of Burmecians piling in meant that they need that technique again but who knew how long the general could keep it up? Granted, together all of them could defeat the throng but it would be easier if Beatrix could perform that technique for prolonged periods. Fortunately, Brannt had a technique for that.
As he parried another thrust and cut down the offender, he shifted his eyes to look at Beatrix. "General Beatrix, I hold no doubt that you would do anything to protect Alexandria. If you would wish to do minimal damage to the square and to we who defend it, then you will have to make a small sacrifice."
Not waiting for a response, he placed the blunt tip of his sword against her as he froze another assault on him with a Blizzara spell. Focusing his concentration he used his skill drain technique to copy Beatrix's Stock Break technique. For Beatrix it would mean a small amount of pain but nothing she could not deal with. Besides, who could argue with the results?
As the technique was absorbed Garland's words filled his mind.
"You are a parasite. Your abilites have no origin. Your magic is red stemming from both black and white with no magics all their own. You steal from them without giving anything back. Your sword techniques are also parasitic. You drain enemies of their strengths and use them to bolster your own. Even your elemental slashes are nothing more than stolen black magic cobbled together with stolen sword techniques. But you can be useful, unlike the others before you. You could never be who I wanted but you can help..."
Garland's unfulfilled promise still stung him though he knew what his destiny would've been. Brannt pushed the thoughts from his mind as he joined the attack again. This time though he used the Stock Break technique copied from Beatrix, copying it perfectly down to the stance. The pilfered skill annihilated the first few ranks of soldiers easily and so Brannt continued, slaughtering them.
As he parried another thrust and cut down the offender, he shifted his eyes to look at Beatrix. "General Beatrix, I hold no doubt that you would do anything to protect Alexandria. If you would wish to do minimal damage to the square and to we who defend it, then you will have to make a small sacrifice."
Not waiting for a response, he placed the blunt tip of his sword against her as he froze another assault on him with a Blizzara spell. Focusing his concentration he used his skill drain technique to copy Beatrix's Stock Break technique. For Beatrix it would mean a small amount of pain but nothing she could not deal with. Besides, who could argue with the results?
As the technique was absorbed Garland's words filled his mind.
"You are a parasite. Your abilites have no origin. Your magic is red stemming from both black and white with no magics all their own. You steal from them without giving anything back. Your sword techniques are also parasitic. You drain enemies of their strengths and use them to bolster your own. Even your elemental slashes are nothing more than stolen black magic cobbled together with stolen sword techniques. But you can be useful, unlike the others before you. You could never be who I wanted but you can help..."
Garland's unfulfilled promise still stung him though he knew what his destiny would've been. Brannt pushed the thoughts from his mind as he joined the attack again. This time though he used the Stock Break technique copied from Beatrix, copying it perfectly down to the stance. The pilfered skill annihilated the first few ranks of soldiers easily and so Brannt continued, slaughtering them.