Spensir grunts, shaking his head. "I asked you to leave. You can still probably run; if you do, and you promise not to bother us- or anyone else, particularly innocents- again, I'll try and keep the robot from killing you. Try, mind you. Don't know how well I can manage it, though."
The bladesman pulls the sword up in front of himself, concentrating, as he speaks. A light glow begins to illuminate the smooth armor covering his body, as lightning crackles around the weapon, and runes begin to glow like sun's light, however softly, across his armor, patterns unfolding as they show themselves through this magical illumination. And the illumination is becoming necessary; the sky is becoming overcast quickly by this point, as it always has when Spensir fights. A storm is brewing above the party, in a very literal sense...
"Why don't I tell you a little bit about me? I'm not magical, you see. Not really; actually have less magical potential than most, judging by all real tests."
He begins walking towards Franziska, slow, careful steps, being sure to keep his balance, as the glow becomes brighter moment by moment.
"Found this sword, though, in a swamp, when I was camping. Started hearing voices in my head, found out soon enough it wasn't just in my head. The sword was talking to me. Couldn't say why me in particular; still can't, in fact."
Spensir looks to grow taller as he meanders towards the magic-thief, though this is almost certainly a trick of the light, a manifestation of the power swirling around him rather than any real change in height. Probably.
"But, turns out, it chose me, for some reason. And it's a god. Or says it is, and it's powerful enough that it can do all this. So I'm inclined to let it think so if it wants to."
He stops a couple meters from Franziska, and deliberately takes up a fighting stance, sword up, in front of her, sword and man alike glowing with energy, as he finished speaking.
"Which only leaves the question. Do you really want me..."
A rolling of the shoulders, and a step into a more ready stance, ready to move at any moment.
"...to bring down the thunder?"
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