Reeling back, America swung Stryker out to both counter and keep her on her feet. Their shield was beginning to die, the last flickering flames of power before it all turned to ash. "Least he's alive," and this more to herself than the other hunter.
"Always got chances as long he's alive."
Chances to get better, get his memories back. Chances to do the same again, leave her over and over for whatever cause he feels more important than his own life. Happy endings were only really happy
right now's, and even that was beyond her grasp at the moment.
Helpless frustration welled up, and the girl used her momentum to charge once more, chain and ball work in tandem to catch and bind Ferros long enough to return that side smash in kind. Shield near gone, the practical desire to call an end to what was normally just training was nowhere to be found. She wanted to fight until there wasn't anything left of her to worry or hurt anymore.
HP: 7
Dmg: 13
Charge: 3/3