[ of course, what control do they really have in the end? but she wants him to fight back. even as her shadow starts to talk, the sound of a man who speaks with a pained voice.
It was a really great story. Isn’t that right? then, the shadow starts to bleed upwards, seeming to write words in the air.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.] [The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death!]
her steps stagger at the voice, eyes wide as she turns her head to face her own shadow as a sword forms and swings at the same time. it's a distraction enough that she tries to avoid the sword, only feeling the scythe connect right across her back with a deep slash. with her hands moving to stop the sword with her hands that cut into her palms deep. ]
Son of a f■■ b■■-!
[ and yet, there is no sight of bright red that starts to seep and ooze from her now injuries, an ink-like substance dripping with slight shades of red. like a book bleeding its own words from its pages. ]
..So that's how it's going to be.
[ with a push of her wing, she gives herself som distance. and fortunately, her shadow starts to waver, struggling to keep form as horns begin to lose its shape and the humanoid becomes smaller in size. she focuses back on Chandra, looking at the scythe. ah, that's cheating? ah well. ]
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[ of course, what control do they really have in the end? but she wants him to fight back. even as her shadow starts to talk, the sound of a man who speaks with a pained voice.
It was a really great story. Isn’t that right? then, the shadow starts to bleed upwards, seeming to write words in the air.
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death.]
[The constellation ‘Demon-like Judge of Fire’ doesn’t wish for your death!]
her steps stagger at the voice, eyes wide as she turns her head to face her own shadow as a sword forms and swings at the same time. it's a distraction enough that she tries to avoid the sword, only feeling the scythe connect right across her back with a deep slash. with her hands moving to stop the sword with her hands that cut into her palms deep. ]
Son of a f■■ b■■-!
[ and yet, there is no sight of bright red that starts to seep and ooze from her now injuries, an ink-like substance dripping with slight shades of red. like a book bleeding its own words from its pages. ]
..So that's how it's going to be.
[ with a push of her wing, she gives herself som distance. and fortunately, her shadow starts to waver, struggling to keep form as horns begin to lose its shape and the humanoid becomes smaller in size. she focuses back on Chandra, looking at the scythe. ah, that's cheating? ah well. ]
At least now you do.