[Asch notices the arte, eyes narrowing, but the recovery delay on his fonic arte has him fixed in place until the remnants of the glyph disappears. He lifts his arms and sword to defend instead, letting the arte hit him. It stung, but at least it's a relatively weak attack. He doesn't give himself time to dwell on it, shaking off the ache in his legs where the majority of the attack connected and dashing forward, aiming to clash swords with Luke once again. He's hoping that by stirring things up, they won't run into the problem they've had a few times already- namely, using the same artes and mingling their fonons to the point of hyperresonance. He didn't feel like getting blown clear to the ocean or something.]
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