[It's possible; or rather, completely accurate to say that Frisk has not been fighting for nearly as long as Noctis. They weren't trained, they wouldn't know the difference between an offensive tactic, and a defensive one. But they have fought.
It's amazing, the types of things you pick up when you've got no other options. FIGHT or MERCY. Live or die.
Kill or be killed.
So it's very nice of this man to stand in front of them, really, but it's not what they want. They never said the stick was going to get them out alive; just that it was a good start.
You do you, mister sword man. They're going to do them, which doesn't include standing quietly by. It does include moving quietly by, at least until they've gained enough distance to call out, to continue circling round.]
Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I think you look really vine.
[The mound rumbles discontentedly.]
I cannot leaf you alone.
[And, in a true show of building anger, slowly turns their way.]
no worries, I absolutely understand
It's amazing, the types of things you pick up when you've got no other options. FIGHT or MERCY. Live or die.
Kill or be killed.
So it's very nice of this man to stand in front of them, really, but it's not what they want. They never said the stick was going to get them out alive; just that it was a good start.
You do you, mister sword man. They're going to do them, which doesn't include standing quietly by. It does include moving quietly by, at least until they've gained enough distance to call out, to continue circling round.]
Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I think you look really vine.
[The mound rumbles discontentedly.]
I cannot leaf you alone.
[And, in a true show of building anger, slowly turns their way.]