[It's a valiant effort--a thrilling one even with the way the title rolls off Nyx's tongue--but Regis knows the feel, the sound, the workings of the Armiger far too well to miss that pull from it. He's curious to see how far Nyx is going to take things, though, so he makes no indication that he's noticed, even as he slowly drops the temperature of the snowball in his hand as low as it will go in preparation.
When Nyx finally does strike, instead of trying to protect his stomach, Regis swings his arm around so he can dump the snowball down his Glaive's neck. While his aim is on target, his leg is less than happy with the sudden change in direction and buckles, sending him down into Nyx, his laughter shifting into a sudden gasp of surprise.]
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When Nyx finally does strike, instead of trying to protect his stomach, Regis swings his arm around so he can dump the snowball down his Glaive's neck. While his aim is on target, his leg is less than happy with the sudden change in direction and buckles, sending him down into Nyx, his laughter shifting into a sudden gasp of surprise.]