Good, so Zexion was safely away. Though, it wasn't so much that he cared about the elder, no. In actuality, the whole bit was entirely selfish. They would occasionally enjoy a challenging bout of games, but whether he lived or died wouldn't--couldn't--matter to him. What did matter, though was that instinct of self-preservation. Luxord was well aware of the punishment he would receive from either the Superior or Saix for using an esteemed elder as a diversion, a living shield, or both. The Superior was..difficult to predict at times, and he didn't particularly care to take a chance on those odds.
He payed a moment's attention to the Schemer after the cards parted to line up side-by-side behind him, but as soon as he caught sight of where he was, his focus was back on the boy who had charged at him. Lapis lazuli eyes narrowed in consideration, contemplating the move he should soon make. Dodging the barrage would be simple for him, of course, but Luxord liked a challenge. It would be too easy to hide in his cards and counter whenever he should happen to wander too close, or sneak in a surprise attack until he wore the boy out or he grew frustrated and grew reckless, but he wondered whether or not he should reveal that attacking a blank face would destroy the card.
Luxord did, after all, learn that he could duck underground and attack in a number of ways--Lexaeus could take notes. Well. So be it. He'd give the boy this advantage. He'd reveal one of the cards in his hands by means of dismissing it to the discard pile. He'd soon find out if this boy knew how to count cards.~
The wall of cards behind him parted, splitting into two rows of five. As Luxord stood entirely still, one arm braced across his waist casually, the palm holding the adjacent elbow so that his free hand could rest thoughtfully upon his chin, the isles of cards parted after they streamed in front of him, the two lines overlapping in the middle, one line behind the other with two odd cards sticking out on either end to extend his barricade. The front row was smashed with whatever icicles hit those, the afflicted cards simply vanishing after impact. What icicles were still coming for him after the first line of defense was broken were stopped by the second row--in all, two cards were left out of ten after the attack, and the patches of ground where said destroyed cards were had frozen over.
Those remaining cards vanished without reason, they weren't hit by anything. Instead, Luxord raised the hand from his chin to give it a flick, a hand of five, regulation-sized cards appearing in his hand. Of course, as he did this, he was ever attentive that said wall did leave him temporarily blind. He'd have to quickly spot the kid and ready his defense. He had no doubt in the youth's speed..he'd have little time to react appropriately, and might just make a mistake.
Luxord called the child's bluff this time, stopping him cold and his hand came out victorious. His chips were up even if only slightly, but a new hand was being dealt, and the players were familiarizing their selves with the other's poker faces, still. Right now, it was all up to the chance of the draw and how quickly they could learn to manipulate one another into certain reactions.
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He payed a moment's attention to the Schemer after the cards parted to line up side-by-side behind him, but as soon as he caught sight of where he was, his focus was back on the boy who had charged at him. Lapis lazuli eyes narrowed in consideration, contemplating the move he should soon make. Dodging the barrage would be simple for him, of course, but Luxord liked a challenge. It would be too easy to hide in his cards and counter whenever he should happen to wander too close, or sneak in a surprise attack until he wore the boy out or he grew frustrated and grew reckless, but he wondered whether or not he should reveal that attacking a blank face would destroy the card.
Luxord did, after all, learn that he could duck underground and attack in a number of ways--Lexaeus could take notes. Well. So be it. He'd give the boy this advantage. He'd reveal one of the cards in his hands by means of dismissing it to the discard pile. He'd soon find out if this boy knew how to count cards.~
The wall of cards behind him parted, splitting into two rows of five. As Luxord stood entirely still, one arm braced across his waist casually, the palm holding the adjacent elbow so that his free hand could rest thoughtfully upon his chin, the isles of cards parted after they streamed in front of him, the two lines overlapping in the middle, one line behind the other with two odd cards sticking out on either end to extend his barricade. The front row was smashed with whatever icicles hit those, the afflicted cards simply vanishing after impact. What icicles were still coming for him after the first line of defense was broken were stopped by the second row--in all, two cards were left out of ten after the attack, and the patches of ground where said destroyed cards were had frozen over.
Those remaining cards vanished without reason, they weren't hit by anything. Instead, Luxord raised the hand from his chin to give it a flick, a hand of five, regulation-sized cards appearing in his hand. Of course, as he did this, he was ever attentive that said wall did leave him temporarily blind. He'd have to quickly spot the kid and ready his defense. He had no doubt in the youth's speed..he'd have little time to react appropriately, and might just make a mistake.
Luxord called the child's bluff this time,
stopping him coldand his hand came out victorious. His chips were up even if only slightly, but a new hand was being dealt, and the players were familiarizing their selves with the other's poker faces, still. Right now, it was all up to the chance of the draw and how quickly they could learn to manipulate one another into certain reactions.