[Oh, that bastard. Felix glares and shifts into a position that somehow looks a lot like his usual sword stance, except kneeling on a mattress instead.]
Not yet, you aren't.
[He grabs the offending fluffy bludgeon with both hands and swings, raining blows down on Sylvain repeatedly. It's probably a good thing Felix's Crest doesn't recognize a pillow as an actual weapon (or a pillow fight as an actual attack), because otherwise the integrity of the pillow, Sylvain's head, or both might be in trouble.]
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[Oh, that bastard. Felix glares and shifts into a position that somehow looks a lot like his usual sword stance, except kneeling on a mattress instead.]
Not yet, you aren't.
[He grabs the offending fluffy bludgeon with both hands and swings, raining blows down on Sylvain repeatedly. It's probably a good thing Felix's Crest doesn't recognize a pillow as an actual weapon (or a pillow fight as an actual attack), because otherwise the integrity of the pillow, Sylvain's head, or both might be in trouble.]
Surrender-- [whap--] and I'll spare you! [whap]