[ the words are said with gritted teeth, returning to her battle stance despite the flare of pain in her back. on her hands. words spilling from her wounds, but nothing that can be deciphered.
her shadow changes, it begins to shift and lounge as if it's floating. a boyish voice, unfamiliar. [ An angel is fond of fallen humans. ]
it changes again, an offensive stature, ready to fight, [ Uriel, you must’ve gone crazy after quitting demon hunting. ]
and once more, wings curling around the shadow's form a little with a click of a tongue, a woman's voice reprimanding, lecturing, [ Are you a human? ]
a mass of shadows forms beside Uriel as she concentrates, a sword coming to collide directly with Chandra as he lunges forward, holding a defensive measure while she begins to spit more curses at the voices. ]
All this f■■ nonsense and s■ being sprouted, I don't care! It won't change anything!
[ her own gaze is alight with fire, a fury that doesn't extinguish with its evergrowing wrath. she's sick of this shit, this bullshit torment made on them, even though ultimately in the end this is something they had both wished for. the outcome won't change, so a bit more-- she pushes back. rapid arches made from her sword, the prowess of an archangel who has killed hundreds, hundreds of demons.
the winged shadow grows quiet, eerily silent. though the ends begin to ripple again like flames.
then, quietly, chandra's voice sounds from the shadow. Are you afraid of being denied your second chance?
more words escape her injuries, muddled stories beginning to drip onto the floor beneath them. ]
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[ the words are said with gritted teeth, returning to her battle stance despite the flare of pain in her back. on her hands. words spilling from her wounds, but nothing that can be deciphered.
her shadow changes, it begins to shift and lounge as if it's floating. a boyish voice, unfamiliar. [ An angel is fond of fallen humans. ]
it changes again, an offensive stature, ready to fight, [ Uriel, you must’ve gone crazy after quitting demon hunting. ]
and once more, wings curling around the shadow's form a little with a click of a tongue, a woman's voice reprimanding, lecturing, [ Are you a human? ]
a mass of shadows forms beside Uriel as she concentrates, a sword coming to collide directly with Chandra as he lunges forward, holding a defensive measure while she begins to spit more curses at the voices. ]
All this f■■ nonsense and s■ being sprouted, I don't care! It won't change anything!
[ her own gaze is alight with fire, a fury that doesn't extinguish with its evergrowing wrath. she's sick of this shit, this bullshit torment made on them, even though ultimately in the end this is something they had both wished for. the outcome won't change, so a bit more-- she pushes back. rapid arches made from her sword, the prowess of an archangel who has killed hundreds, hundreds of demons.
the winged shadow grows quiet, eerily silent. though the ends begin to ripple again like flames.
then, quietly, chandra's voice sounds from the shadow. Are you afraid of being denied your second chance?
more words escape her injuries, muddled stories beginning to drip onto the floor beneath them. ]