While further information would take time, it was always good to be aware of ones enemy in Clyde's experience. It would mean he'd have an awareness of the pycon as a niche within his aura sight, and he wouldn't have to fear the clay thing creeping up on him.
Of course, if he couldn't properly react to it the fact of being able to see the attack wouldn't matter much.
Once he pressed in deeper he'd look for djed remnants, excess leftovers of djed transfer from personal mage, which would indicate if the pycon was a personal mage.
This would take a bit longer, and an extensive examination of the peripheries of his aura.
The clay man's words were completely non-committal, showing to Clyde that perhaps the pycon was unsure of his own skill. Or perhaps simply unsure of it as compared to Clyde's. Either way he was refusing to commit, and not sure of his own skills.
Then again, Clyde knew all too well how new he was to fighting physically.
This to him meant the pycon's words meant one of two things. Either he was equally unskilled as Clyde, or he was "a petching non-committal layabout who had no conviction."
Either way Clyde would learn something, though if the pycon did turn out to be skilled it would show Clyde just what sort of person he was. One unsure of himself and his abilities, and weighed down by propriety.
“That's like saying you'll find out if the sun will rise, tomorrow when it either rises or doesn't. Could you be more non-committal? Its not a prediction if the events have already happened.”
As he was using Cha as an extension of himself, and a conduit for his aura sight, he felt the reverberation of the clay man's staff striking his own, felt the impact of aura on aura as the two staffs met.
It took a moment for Clyde to register the motion, which had been quite unexpected.
He'd used his own weapons momentum and added to it, pushing it along, as a means of getting within his guard.
Clearly if he kept doing the same thing, he'd fail here.
Instead Clyde picked Cha up off the ground straight up almost in a arcing curve sweep carrying some of the sideways momentum of his earlier motion into his upward motion, and then slung it straight back down attempting to squash the clay man.
Then, more by reflex at seeing the tiny thing like a mouse at his feet upon his staff, he kicked out with a booted foot as if he was trying to kick its head off.
Of course, if he couldn't properly react to it the fact of being able to see the attack wouldn't matter much.
Once he pressed in deeper he'd look for djed remnants, excess leftovers of djed transfer from personal mage, which would indicate if the pycon was a personal mage.
This would take a bit longer, and an extensive examination of the peripheries of his aura.
The clay man's words were completely non-committal, showing to Clyde that perhaps the pycon was unsure of his own skill. Or perhaps simply unsure of it as compared to Clyde's. Either way he was refusing to commit, and not sure of his own skills.
Then again, Clyde knew all too well how new he was to fighting physically.
This to him meant the pycon's words meant one of two things. Either he was equally unskilled as Clyde, or he was "a petching non-committal layabout who had no conviction."
Either way Clyde would learn something, though if the pycon did turn out to be skilled it would show Clyde just what sort of person he was. One unsure of himself and his abilities, and weighed down by propriety.
“That's like saying you'll find out if the sun will rise, tomorrow when it either rises or doesn't. Could you be more non-committal? Its not a prediction if the events have already happened.”
As he was using Cha as an extension of himself, and a conduit for his aura sight, he felt the reverberation of the clay man's staff striking his own, felt the impact of aura on aura as the two staffs met.
It took a moment for Clyde to register the motion, which had been quite unexpected.
He'd used his own weapons momentum and added to it, pushing it along, as a means of getting within his guard.
Clearly if he kept doing the same thing, he'd fail here.
Instead Clyde picked Cha up off the ground straight up almost in a arcing curve sweep carrying some of the sideways momentum of his earlier motion into his upward motion, and then slung it straight back down attempting to squash the clay man.
Then, more by reflex at seeing the tiny thing like a mouse at his feet upon his staff, he kicked out with a booted foot as if he was trying to kick its head off.