Watching the confusion, the panic, and the what do I do and what does he want from me flicker across the woman's face brought a curl of pleasure that settled in his belly and spread through his veins. It had been some time since he'd been able to play with his food in the way he was playing with Ida.
Really, the only person he'd gotten to toy with, where he'd been able to taunt them mentally was Hvergelmir. Before that, Iris, but even then...the last time he'd seen her was before and now that it was after he was different.
Hungry in a different way.
"Having trouble thinking, Canary?" He taunted, the weapon shimmering to existence in an outstretched hand. "Maybe I haven't scared you properly." His grin was sharp in the darkness, glinting white against the stark darkness of the rest of him.
"I should fix that." Up went the scythe and out it went, Labyrinthite fully intending to hurt her this time.
Luckily for Ida, someone was out.
His nerves were as fried as ever and he knew that he wasn't supposed to be out on his own, not after Dia, not after the scarring but something had called to him-- perhaps it was the restlessness that settled in his bones and kept him up at night.
Or maybe it was the nightmares, the flashes of the things he'd done and the blood on his hands that had him waking with a gasp and covered in cold sweat.
But, it could have been the way his heart never seemed to settle; how it beat too quickly against his ribs, fluttering at a pace that made his hands tremble and his lungs constrict until he couldn't breathe.
Yet, Midgard was out all the same and when he felt that dark oppressive aura threatening to overcome one bright and full of light, he reacted without thinking. When he arrived upon the general and the eternal his heart stopped and he thought he might black out when he realized who he was interrupting.
But the blade was swinging and he had to act.
Midgard put himself between the senshi and his boogeyman, shield locked together and the pink bursting to life to stop the scythe in it's tracks.
The reaper wouldn't walk with a prize today.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2018 11:30 am
The whoosh of something large slicing through the air cut off with a sharp crash of metal on... something. Ida, in that split second, had fully expected to feel the fire of something cutting through her, but there was nothing, and she spun to see, and feel, a new figure standing between her and her enemy.
Brown haired and tall, dressed in cream and green, he was not someone she immediately recognized, but he had the clean, warm aura of a knight. She didn't need more than that to trust he was on her side, though the scythe caught on his sheild said a lot.
Ida's boots crunched the gravel as she spun and stepped, throwing up her arm to call her magic again. The drain of it warned she didn't have much left, but there was no way she could leave this knight to face Labyrinthite on his own. Alone, victory was shakey, but together... they could do it.
"Heavenly Orchid Arrows!" Ida shouted as her bow sprang to life in her hands, drawing back a glowing arrow and shooting straight for the man in black.
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Eternal Sailor Attack: Heavenly Orchid Arrows! [What it does] An out-flung hand casts a trail of petals that form a bow-like shape. She takes it up and uses it to fire arrows of light with hardened petals as arrow heads. The arrows have an 'aura' of power to them and explode on contact. The explosion is more concussive, causing a pressure that can push a target backwards a foot or two, but doesn't do much in the way of actual damage. Unbalanced enemies could be knocked over, if they were caught unaware. Particularly heavy opponents may not be moved by the attack, but could be distracted or slowed by the pressure of it. Each arrow takes a lot of power to cast and her limit is three, which exhausts her and can force her to retire until she's rested.
Despite putting his weight behind the scythe, the pink shield held strong and something flashed angrily in those pools of whiskey gold that were Labyrinthite's irises. His teeth were bared and his posturing held something more wild to it when he ripped the scythe back, chest heaving when his nostrils flared with irritation.
"Aluminite," he hissed, dark and threatening. "I haven't forgotten about you."
Midgard's face flinched but he remained otherwise in place, edges of his mouth pulled downward in a grimace. "That's not my name," he spat between gritted teeth.
Labyrinthite's scythe was raised and it came down again, heavy against Midgard's shield and he grunted from the exertion required to keep his shield locked together. He wouldn't break, he couldn't. Someone was depending on him--
Heavenly Orchid Arrows.
Green eyes flicked back at his senshi companion and he dropped the shield, hurrying back as the general fell forward, heavy beak blade crashing into the ground with enough force to splinter the concrete.
The arrow hit it's mark and the man stumbled, grip dropping from the spine of his scythe and he tumbled backward.
Midgard didn't wait, he turned, grabbing a hold of Ida's wrist and tugging her out and away. "Hurry," he hissed.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2018 5:21 pm
There was a fierce joy in watching her arrow connect and blast Labyrinthite back from his scythe. This whole time, she'd been able to next to nothing to actually affect him... she felt vindicated, seeing the anger prompted by her rescuer and her attack.
I'm not prey. She thought fiercely, her fist clenched...
At least until the knight grabbed her wrist and pulled her along after him. There was only a moment of hesitation before she turned and fled with him, hoping this time the general wouldn't follow. She didn't like running away, and she didn't like being rescued, but what other option did she have when her opponent was physically stronger, and far more driven, than she was? At least if she fled, she was alive. If she was alive, she would be there to face the next thread.
Every day she lived was a victory, every battle she fled from with no more expense than her own pride was another. They were not large victories, but they still counted. She was still here. Still fighting.
Next time will be different. She promised herself.
