Maka doesn't flinch or back away, he doesn't prepare himself for a fight, he just stands there across from the other Meister, staring silently.
Crona will really kill him if he doesn't try something--
Fine, this will be settled the only way a Meister can settle a disagreement. Maka's soul flares up, wings unfolding and reaching--reaching out towards Crona. It's not the form or the shape that matters, it's the soul, and the soul undeniably feels like Maka.]
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Maka doesn't flinch or back away, he doesn't prepare himself for a fight, he just stands there across from the other Meister, staring silently.
Crona will really kill him if he doesn't try something--
Fine, this will be settled the only way a Meister can settle a disagreement. Maka's soul flares up, wings unfolding and reaching--reaching out towards Crona. It's not the form or the shape that matters, it's the soul, and the soul undeniably feels like Maka.]