[A pebble isn't much for an attack, but he's been fighting Niffs long enough that he's gotten used to dodging bullets, so it's the same core concept. As the stone comes close to hitting him the blue glow returns, his form shifting to pure energy for a split second, a brilliant ephemeral light glittering in the dark in a shower of sparks. His body moves as the pebble soars through the spot he was just a moment ago, and suddenly he's standing a few inches to the left, the glowing afterimage gently fading out of existence.
A dodge isn't much of a demonstration, he knows, so he stretches a hand out and pulls from within. That same light flashes again, this time forming into a longsword that materializes out of nothing, blue at first before it too phases into reality. He lifts the sword and flings it as hard as he can towards the nearest building; the blade tears past where Pyra is standing and slams into the stone. As it flies, Noctis shifts into energy and follows it, a split-second's pace, not even the timeframe of a breath taken. In the spot where Noctis began is the blue frame of energy that echoes his posture from the moment he'd warped away, frozen in place like a phantom statue. That sharp strand of blue energy streaks past her as well, and when the sword sinks into the stone, Noct is just there now, hanging from the wall by the grip of his sword, his free hand lifting to wave at her.]
See what I mean?
[The entire demonstration takes a matter of seconds, and he's gone from one side of the plaza to the other. In the aftermath, there's a softly-electric feel lingering in the air, magic essence centralized between the transparent blue outline and himself. As the seconds pass, so too does that feeling, along with his "double".]
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A dodge isn't much of a demonstration, he knows, so he stretches a hand out and pulls from within. That same light flashes again, this time forming into a longsword that materializes out of nothing, blue at first before it too phases into reality. He lifts the sword and flings it as hard as he can towards the nearest building; the blade tears past where Pyra is standing and slams into the stone. As it flies, Noctis shifts into energy and follows it, a split-second's pace, not even the timeframe of a breath taken. In the spot where Noctis began is the blue frame of energy that echoes his posture from the moment he'd warped away, frozen in place like a phantom statue. That sharp strand of blue energy streaks past her as well, and when the sword sinks into the stone, Noct is just there now, hanging from the wall by the grip of his sword, his free hand lifting to wave at her.]
See what I mean?
[The entire demonstration takes a matter of seconds, and he's gone from one side of the plaza to the other. In the aftermath, there's a softly-electric feel lingering in the air, magic essence centralized between the transparent blue outline and himself. As the seconds pass, so too does that feeling, along with his "double".]