[Alhaitham doesn't bother to respond to the message this time since he sees no point in doing so, as well as the fact that they're due to see each other face to face again soon enough, assuming nothing gets in the way.
With that settled, Alhaitham goes to pocket his shellphone and focuses on closing the remaining distance that they'd put from each other. The inner section of the island being more of a forested area means that its a terrain that Alhaitham is familiar with, having grown up in the forests of Sumeru for pretty much all of his life. Of course, its not exactly the same, but its still close enough that he can employ the things that he's learned as a child of the forest, such as knowing how to keep his steps quiet enough to not be heard even as he steps across grass and fallen leaves, navigating over elongated roots with relative ease.
He knows he's getting close when he hears that crunch of bone, a sound he's heard enough times to remember—an invertibility, really, when you venture around the forests of Sumeru long enough, especially when its rife with wildlife like the Spinocrocodiles or the Rishboland Tigers. He approaches closer, not drawing his weapon out just yet since he'd rather have both of his hands still free, making sure to keep his movement steady and silent so as to not attract attention.
Its not long before he gets to a bush, and as he peers through he sees Xehanort, moving just as cautiously—but clearly not well enough, judging from the large shadow that looms from behind, about to strike while it has the chance. Alhaitham acts at once, lunging out of the bush with a Dendro projectile in his hand that he immediately throws at the shadow. It strikes true, judging by the pained roar that comes.
Still, there's no time to waste if they want to make this strike count, and so Alhaitham tells Xehanort what to do next once he knows the strike has hit.] Use your electro magic, now!
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With that settled, Alhaitham goes to pocket his shellphone and focuses on closing the remaining distance that they'd put from each other. The inner section of the island being more of a forested area means that its a terrain that Alhaitham is familiar with, having grown up in the forests of Sumeru for pretty much all of his life. Of course, its not exactly the same, but its still close enough that he can employ the things that he's learned as a child of the forest, such as knowing how to keep his steps quiet enough to not be heard even as he steps across grass and fallen leaves, navigating over elongated roots with relative ease.
He knows he's getting close when he hears that crunch of bone, a sound he's heard enough times to remember—an invertibility, really, when you venture around the forests of Sumeru long enough, especially when its rife with wildlife like the Spinocrocodiles or the Rishboland Tigers. He approaches closer, not drawing his weapon out just yet since he'd rather have both of his hands still free, making sure to keep his movement steady and silent so as to not attract attention.
Its not long before he gets to a bush, and as he peers through he sees Xehanort, moving just as cautiously—but clearly not well enough, judging from the large shadow that looms from behind, about to strike while it has the chance. Alhaitham acts at once, lunging out of the bush with a Dendro projectile in his hand that he immediately throws at the shadow. It strikes true, judging by the pained roar that comes.
Still, there's no time to waste if they want to make this strike count, and so Alhaitham tells Xehanort what to do next once he knows the strike has hit.] Use your electro magic, now!