A voice from somewhere was calling out her name. It sounded... so familiar. Full of so much love and pain. Was it the wind above in the sky that set her free?
The truth came as Phact’s eyes came in and out of focus and the dove turned her head slowly towards the side. It was there she saw the hand reaching out to her. “Why…” Her mouth form the words but the breath would not give it sound.
Her name once more but this time, it came with slow tears. Those tears were met with the own that slowly began to pool in her eyes and run down her cheeks. “A...Acrucis….” Phacts’ voice was her’s and yet, not. It was pained, full of sorrow and remorse. A regret that the fallen senshi did not understand in her mind but felt in her heart as it rushed to pump more of her life blood out of her body and into the open air.
“I….I…” Phact began to say but gasped trying to take in the much needed air. Her arm slowly began to twitch. First a finger, than another. Finally she was able to slide it towards the woman. Her black gloved hand extended out as those red eyes ran tears down her face. Her words did not come as she began to gasp again, hand jerking as their fingers became inches apart.
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:27 am
It was a sight which brought tears to the senshi of wisps eyes, seeing both senshi fall. At the moment, realizing neither was long for the world, it didn’t matter which uniform they wore. He didn’t care that one was corrupted, she had once been one of theirs, and she was loved deeply by the senshi of prayer. He watched the senshi of prayers reach out for the fallen senshi of doves and he felt himself choke on a sob, even though he didn’t hear that sound which accompanied the action. “Acrucis….” The name whispered as he bit down on his bottom lip a moment later; in an effort to stifle whatever sound might erupt from his lips.
Phact was dying and Acrucis was dying and standing there was still the two titans and himself...and yet none seemed to move and take aim at one another. It seemed as if the world they had created amongst all this chaos had stopped and stood still, silent, and perhaps it was just the universe paying some sort of respect to the two dying senshi. He doubted it and yet the thought came to him unbidden and was a thought he couldn’t shake either, no matter what he might wish.
Shaking his head, as if he might be able to deny what his eyes saw, he kept his eyes moving between the scene and the General King and General Queen, not out of worry but out of a need to keep himself from breaking down. He couldn’t keep his eyes on the two fallen senshi for more than mere moments, if he did he knew he’d lose it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 12:47 am
The sight of her dove laying near motionless on the ground made her heart clench in her chest. Phact had only been her partner for the past few weeks, but in that time she had found one she trusted with her life, and it seemed she had earned that favor in return.
Tears did not cloud her vision as it had the others only anger which rivaled the King’s murderous gaze the moment she crushed his lovers starseed in front of him. Payback perhaps? No matter “Unlike you I can protect those under my charge.” she spat before lashing out with her sword like before kicking up a gust of wind. Not quite done and still so full of rage she teleported behind him and grabbed ahold of his wrist. Much like the childs game of crack the whip she turned her body with the intent to toss him aside with all the strength she could muster.
All she had was a fraction of a moment to closed the distance between herself and her dove. Teal eyes glared down at the scene before her where the tips of the two women’s fingers barely touched. She won’t be the one to save you. Not a promise but a fact as she leaned over and picked Phacts body up, cradling her in her arms and teleported them both away to a place safe outside the immediate vicinity, away from Destiny City, away from the dying senshi.
From her perch where the Senshi of Doves had left her, Xyla watched the scene play out, another draw, she thought as her General Queen disappeared with the broken bird bleeding out in her arms. “Another day Benitoite… Another time…” Words spoken aloud though there was nobody to hear, the Guardian Cat chose to linger just long enough to confirm the death of the one who had interfered.
Payback? Yes, but he hadn’t meant it as such. It seemed that his actions were only hurting one of the few remaining people he cared for, god how he had failed with Acrucis. he wanted to go to her, just as she was reaching out for another, and take her into his arms and hold her as she died. He didn’t want to let her go and yet he also didn’t want her to go alone, with no smiling, friendly, face within her view even as her sight would fade away to nothingness. Biting down on his bottom lip, in an effort to keep from going to her, he kept his focus on the General Queen. he couldn’t let her have an opening or he’d be next to Acrucis’ dying and her death would be for naught, as he would soon be following her. He knew Kazenite and knew that if he showed weakness she would show him no mercy and take him out, perhaps now more than ever would she show no leniency. It seemed that his strikeout against the senshi of doves had hit her - hard.
He was not surprised when she threw him off balance, with that gust of wind, nor when she teleported - it was her thing. Grabbing his wrist would normally be a bad move, ill advised even, but he did not lash out as he could and wished to; as he normally would. He could barely take his gaze off of the two fallen senshi, how ironic this scene was. As tears spilled down his cheeks he was flung by the General Queen who showed him, up till now, no mercy and he had in turn showed her none as well. How was it that he had created her, brought her into the fold, and now they sought to hurt each other and bring the other to utter ruin?
If he could go back in time and undo this all, ever corrupting her, he would if only to save them both this terrible pain. it would save these two lives on the ground. As he pushed himself up into a sitting position he watched as Kazenite went to her dove and stared down at the same scene he had moments before been watching. he had never before believed in fate, used the term in a colloquial sense, but was it fate that brought them to this end? he was still alive but did it matter? Was the war won? How many had been lost? Who else would not make it beyond this battlefield? What was this all for in the end? Had this been the plan for chaos before he even joined? How stupid he had been and yet he stuck with it, loyal even now, to the honied words which had sealed his fate and brought him here to this scene.
Watching as Kazenite left with the dove he did not rise to stop them nor did he raise his voice, not that it would do anything. let her go and bury her bird, let her do whatever it was she’d do. he had someone of his own, a dying person, to see off and he would do just that. He didn’t stand but rather crawled toward the fallen senshi of prayer, he didn’t care what a sight he must make in his ever so formal uniform. As he reached her he was gentle, infinitely so, as he reached out and gently drew her into his arms as he held her close to himself. “Acrucis...I - I should have saved you.” Swallowing past the lump in his throat, oh god would he even be able to manage words? “I’ll stay with you…” He knew he couldn’t find help in time but he was determined to keep her company as she passed from this life into the next, or whatever it was that awaited senshi when they died, and he would protect her body after she had gone. Woe to anyone who may try and remove him from his spot.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 1:09 am
She had lost so much over these last five years; both her parents had long since passed away after being attacked by youma. Too far away to render aid she did not learn of their deaths till she was called in to identify their bodies at the morgue.
Phact, once deemed sister, beloved friend now held in the arms of a frightening enemy. Where had she been during all of this? I shouldn't have let you go For many years the two were inseparable but as the war raged on their abilities forced them apart to serve the resistance where they would be most useful.
And what of Ashur? Or Maia and Shang. Too much time had passed since she had seen any of them. Who knew if they were still alive.
Bleary eyed, Acrucis looked up into slate colored eyes of her once proclaimed protector. Her lips cracked as she tried her best to offer up a smile “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled from her eyes as blood continued to stain the pavement beneath her. Nothing more mattered, the desire to keep on fighting to survive had left the moment Phacts warm fingers slipped free when Kaznite picked her up.
Slate eyes for a moment looked up at the senshi who was still with them. He was crying, yet made no sound, it was without a word said by him that the senshi sunk down and joined him on the pavement. Long arms he felt before he noticed as the senshi’s arms wrapped about him and a chin found it’s way to the top of his head. Leaving the empty space once occupied by the blue and white clad senshi his slate eyes went back down to Acurcis form.
“Don’t be sorry...you did nothing wrong. I failed you.” He had failed, he had let her down and now she was dying and not him. He should be on the pavement bleeding out - not her..never her. As he shook in the arms of the senshi of wisps he held onto the dying senshi and wished, with every ounce of power he had, that he could take her place. he could join his love and his parents wouldn’t ever find out, safely tucked away in Europe he hoped.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 1:12 am
“Please forgive me.” she choked. A blood stained hand reached to touch the side of Benitoites face before summoning her senshi phone. With what remaining strength she had she closed her eyes and listened for the sound of water lapping against the side of a cliff and wind chimes playing a gentle melody. She gave his hand one last gentle squeeze before disappearing altogether.
Though she had no say on how she died, she at least had a choice in where.
“You don’t need to ask forgiveness.” he replied, touching her cheek with his knuckles gently. “You never need to.” he choked up on the words and fought to get them out, needing to get them out. Watching her summon something, with so little life left she had some magic still - what a wonder. But why a phone? He watched, wondering if somehow there would be a late minute save and she would be returned to them - to him. He didn’t hold hope though, it was foolish to do so. It was as she vanished that a sob broke free as where once a body was there was air - nothingness.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:13 am
It was a last ditch effort to try and crush the Negaverse. Maybe some of them had known they would fail. Maybe some of them had hoped to make a difference. Had hoped that by fighting, by destroying even just one agent, that their sacrifice would mean something to someone else.
The battle didn't last for long. While Order fought as valiantly as they could and for as long as they could manage, it didn't matter how many officers they injured or killed.
The Negaverse had an unlimited supply of youma, and it didn't take long before they were summoned, in droves, from the Rift.
They swarmed the area, attacking any and all targets. Some youma managed to only capture, but some went for the kill. Either way, things did not bode well for the enemies of the Negaverse.
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At this point in time, it should be assumed that the opponents of the Negaverse are being overwhelmed! Youma have come from all corners of the Earth and no matter how many officers are taken down, more just seem to show up! If you have an enemy of the Negaverse still in play, escape is no longer an option! Even Dark Mirror Senshi cannot Mirrorwalk out, and Rogue Negaverse agents may not teleport out—these abilities have been blocked! You may choose for your character to be corrupted on the spot, killed or captured. If you have plots you want to finish out, please do them now! Another ORP will be posted later today, so please keep your eyes open!
Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 8:50 am
Trigger Warning: Gore, Mutilation
You know, the stray thought flickered through Chariklo's wearied mind, the freaky monster twisting s**t I could have lived with. Even paired up with whatever that blue-haired ******** magic did to me. If they'd only stay down, I could deal with anything.
The tall Dark Mirror Princess was taking advantage of a too-brief lull in the fighting to catch her breath and assess damages. Her very bones hurt from whatever the two Ascendeds had done. She'd lost her skateboard somewhere in the fray along with Ida. Cruithne lay dead somewhere under a pile of other bodies. She'd seen her foster daughter fall in the face of overwhelming odds.
She could only hope it had been quick. And that somehow, the strangely reflective starseeds of the Dark Mirrors who'd died would somehow find their way to the Cauldron that the White Moon spoke of so reverently.
The thought of trying to flee, to find a mirror and escape was unforgivable now. She'd thrown her lot in with Order and she'd stand by them to the end. Which, she thought despairingly as she watched a flood of youma appear, would be occurring much sooner than she'd expected.
In her wearied, distracted state, Chariklo never saw the youma charging her from the left. Never saw the strange, stinger-like tail that whipped out and tore through one of her wings. A scream tore its way from her throat as flesh and bone and feathers were shredded, splashing her with blood as the tail withdrew. With one wing now flopping and twitching uselessly, she knew her time had come. The youma who'd gotten her had slowed in its charge, confident that she couldn't run away. It could take its time to play.
A quick glance showed at least two more youma coming to join their fellow. Well, she thought weakly. Looks like I'm about to turn into the best damn cat toy ever. Staggering as she felt blood draining from her ruined wing, she tried to isolate herself as much as possible in the swirling chaos of battle.
Closing sunset eyes, she took a deep breath and did her best to compose herself. She would die. But she'd take these youma along with her if it were at all possible.
"Gonna be seeing you soon, baby," she whispered to the ghost of Avacyn that hovered at the forefront of her mind. "Tell Hver and Naer to hold the boat for me, mmkay? Won't be long now."
When she opened her eyes, she saw the trio of youma circling her, apparently content to take their time when their prey couldn't escape. A rush of sadness slammed into her gut as she forced her back to straighten, forced her working wing to mantle as she snarled defiantly at the monsters. Poor little Aarne and Natasha. She hoped that the people at the camp would get them far, far away from all of this horror. She hoped that they knew she loved them so much it hurt.
"Forgive me, my little loves. I did not want to leave you. But sometimes, duty takes precedence."
The youmas all cocked their heads curiously as she spoke. They were used to angry voices and threats. Not quiet sadness. There was no fearful screaming either. This senshi was not playing by the established rules.
And that momentary confusion gave Chariklo the moment she needed to gather her flagging strength and charge the monsters. Summoning up what was left of her magic, she threw it at them gleefully, delighting in their confusion and roars. One attack after another, she threw her ghostly seagulls at them even as they bit and tore at her body.
She screamed as one clawed hand found her eye and tore it from her skull in a fountain of viscera, felt the threads that connected it to her snap. She was one long, unending scream now as her injured wing was sheared from her body. Through her remaining eye, she could see that she'd managed to account for the smallest of her tormentors.
One down, two to go. But the thought was clouded, sluggish. She was losing blood faster than she could attack.
She felt a taloned hand brush against her gut, almost like a caress. Felt a spill of warmth and a pain that she couldn't have anticipated. Stumbling, she found herself on her hands and knees staring at her insides as they quickly became outsides. This is it, she thought weakly. Game over.
If she was going to do anything, it had to be now. And it was going to be gross. Seizing her own intestines in her hands, she forced herself to her feet and launched herself at the closest of the youma, looping the glistening, sticky pink tubing over its head and around its throat.
And then, she did her best to hold on as both youma, maddened by the scent of her blood so close, frenzied. It was time for one more trick. Sobbing with effort, she called for her Crystal and used it to call the Feather Flurry down on the youma.
Once cast, she was distantly aware of pain, but it didn't seem to touch her. The light fled from her remaining eye and with a soft sigh, she let go and smiled a little to herself as she gurgled the chorus of a song to herself.
"You know there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees We got bills to pay We got mouths to feed And ain't nothing in this world for free No we can't slow down We can't hold back Though you know we wish we could No there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for... good..."
Even as they sensed the life escaping from the ruined body, the youma didn't stop tearing away at it. One seized her arm in its mouth and with a savage yank, tore the limb from its socket and carried it proudly off. The other didn't bother to cart its meal off. It crouched beside the corpse and buried its maw in steaming entrails as it fed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 9:38 am
"Oh, how exciting!" Came the singsong voice behind a pair of youma, lilting in step and exuding all manner of ecstatic interest in the unfolding battle around her. She clapped her hands together a pair of times before leaning forward and bracing herself on her knees to scan the youma for a single form. "Anna, oh Anna, you can come out now... Where are you? Come now, we've got so much work to do today."
Closing her eyes, the general remembered the precise folds generated by the strange, flat youma, and counted the number of tentacles extending from its form. She knew the sickening sound of scratching cloth and worn voice when it approached, and the strange tugging sensation on the back of her skirt when it latched on for a ride. She knew how it had no eyes. And soon, that imagery rendered itself so vivid that she swore she felt the tug herself, that Anna now latched dutifully to Stara's skirt in anticipation of a quick jaunt through the fray.
And as she looked toward her hem, she realized her youma now joined her, forming a long and dramatic drape to her skirt that echoed the sweeping elegance of a Cosmos knight.
When unnoticed by those too focused on their combatants to realize the world surrounding them, Stara could walk just close enough behind them that the long tendrils boasted by her youma could wrap about one leg in a quick drain of energy before tugging harshly enough to send the obstinate knight or senshi to the ground. A quick game, perhaps, not terribly effective, but it fed Anna wonderfully and provided enough entertainment to keep Stara in high spirits throughout the battle. Soon her daggers materialized in her hands, readied for those who soon realized her threat looming on the outskirts of the din.
And then she heard a voice, impossibly soft, drowned in the thick bile of viscera.
Intrigued, Stara turned away from her play to investigate, and quickly discovered the remains of a Dark Mirror princess, once powerful and touted as an incredible threat to the Negaverse. Stara recognized her well enough from passing brushes, as she was never brave enough to face the woman herself. Yet here she lay, nothing more than a corpse sporting a single eye and a single wing. Maddened, Stara raised her dagger high to plunge into the corpse's remaining sight when a youma growled its greeting to vie for her attention. She paused, and gave the creature a seething glance to remind it of her busyness, when a long limb present in its toothy mouth caught her eye.
"Well, well, well!" She started dramatically, abandoning her previous pose to kneel down and level herself with the creature. She examined the arm, tattooed and tattered, before casting another glance toward the princess on the ground. Armless she is, though it could be anyone's arm. Buuuut... Look at how those tattoos match up. I'd say we have a winner.
"Good boy!" She complimented elatedly, giving the doglike creature a rub on the exposed scalp. She tried to scratch its neck, but soon realized it sported no throat. Then I wonder how it makes any noise.
For now, the din lay forgotten, while Stara lavished the monster in praise for retrieving portions of a corpse.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 11:09 am
Bohlinia sat staring at the prone form of Ida, her eyes never moving from that one spot as she ignored all that went on around her. A bomb could have gone off at that very second and Bohlinia wouldn’t have cared. She wouldn’t move, not right now, not when she was trying so hard to come to grips with what had happen. She had lost her reason for living, her reason to keep hope alive. She waited for the aguish to hit her like a tidal wave and it was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her heart broke. This pain, this torture, she couldn’t cope, she couldn’t breathe.
Ida was gone.
And with it the chance of ever telling her how she truly felt. She hadn’t planned it, hadn’t forced the feelings to blossom but they had and although she cherished every one of them she had never said anything to the one person who it effected and mattered. She had always known the emotion would never be returned in the same way but it was enough for Bohlinia to be her friend in whatever life she chose even if it didn’t include her. She would have been content watching from afar as long as she was happy.
So as icy fingers broke into her back she didn’t move, didn’t struggle. Tears spilled freely now as she gasped in alarm at the tugging sensation but she didn’t dare react against it. With a shaky hand she reached out to Ida, a sad smile twisting onto her lips as Kerbous pulled back with his prize. The pain of having ones soul ripped out was nothing compared to seeing her friend lying their unmoving but it still caused an involuntary spasms as her body fought back, her lips no longer working she reached out with her thoughts hoping Ida could hear her.
“Its ok...we get to go home now…”
The darkness swam into her vision, her heart pounding loudly into her ears as the coldness spread out from her chest. Her mind panicked even though she willed herself to leave her body, to quicken her passing. She didn’t know what would be on the other side and the thought scared her but she knew she couldn’t continue on without Ida and knowing she would be there, waiting for her made it that little bit easier. Maybe one day the Caldron would be merciful and allow them to come back together one day. She slumped to the floor, her chest no longer breathing as her vision went black Her ears still picking up the odd sound as things dulled and the final moment happened all at once with the unmistakable sound of Ida crying out to her, real and tangible and Bohlinia’s life force leaving forever.
They had lost Chariklo at some point in the struggle, but Ida could not spare the time to seek her out, not now. Her fate was assured with or without her help, but the orchid princess spared thought for a prayer for her to whatever god would listen... to Cosmos, maybe, who would soon be receiving their starseeds, before the water around her ankles forced a change on her that left her a shambling horror, screaming her pain out to any who would hear. The changed princess stumbled as she fought against the magic, suffering through it until it released her to fall gasping to her knees in a pool of purple cloth and white feathers.
Damn you... damn all of the Ascended. I hope your souls burn for eternity for what you've done to me and mine.... to yourselves and your precious lost planets.
Jerking her head up, Ida sought out the blue-haired senshi with a glare of defiance, only to find him standing over Bohlinia's body. Her heart squeezed at the sight, but it was an illusion, caused by his magic. She could not let him fool her again, not now... Bohlinia was safe, behind her and protected, fighting with her...
But... a quick glance found nothing and no one, the princess in a strangely empty space containing no one but her and the ascendeds... and the body. Even the flowers had faded away to leave bare concrete... Ida's breath hitched in her throat and time froze as the realization slowly dawned on her that with the flowers gone, it signaled the end of the magic... and Bohlinia still lay upon the ground, her lovely eyes wide and lifeless.
A shriek tore itself from Ida's throat as she surged to her feet in desperate need to reach her sister, all thoughts of fighting gone. She had known... had accepted, or thought she had, that they would be dying here in this fight. She had thought she was ready for it, but the sight of Bohlinia unmoving, the starseed in the hands of the corrupt... she realized she would never be ready, never be able to accept, the death of those she loved. Her heart would forever rebel against it, fight it, even when that fight was a long, lost cause.
Ida managed to make it all of two steps before youma and officers surged around her, closing the empty space in a mass of bodies. She felt teeth sink into her thigh, into her arm, and she screamed as she fought against their pull. She had to get to Bohlinia... she couldn't fall now, not yet... but the weight that slammed into her legs sent her crashing to the ground, all her struggles getting her no where despite the princess strength behind them. There were too many youma, too many officers standing over them... and even as her cheek grated against the blacktop, she felt them draining her in a rush as her transcendence worked against her. Dark brown eyes stared across the ground a beloved face, but reach as she might with one out flung arm, Ida could not cross that last few feet to touch her fallen sister.
Grief that had nothing to do with magic crashed down about the senshi as her struggles grew weaker and tears ran unchecked down her cheeks.
I'm sorry... all I ever wanted was to keep you safe. Now you are another name to add to my list of ways I have failed utterly... Ida had only a moment for regret to eat at her before darkness closed in and devoured her whole.
Aeeth
Songstress Kitsune
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:16 pm
Ten seconds was more akin to ten years for how well his mind kept up with the events around him. Seraphinite was sure his flesh was melting together, if not melting clear off his bones, when the flames vanished. Air raked through his lips, eyes wide as he stared at the sudden lack of the abyss. He'd not moved a foot. He'd been in the same <********> spot.
Somewhere between the pain that still jarred his body--it felt far too real, the sensation of burns he couldn't see--and the rage that engulfed him at the realization it'd been nothing but that blasted woman's magic, he became aware one of his swords was shooting through the air right back at him. Movement, smooth movement, was almost impossible with the jumbled sensations ricocheting in his brain. The fact he'd even managed to turn to the side, getting clipped by the blade across his chest instead of through it, was a miracle within itself.
Blood flowed through the cut, and Seraphinite nearly doubled over as the area around the cut began to burn, the cracks of light emerging from the wound something he'd previously found to be beautiful standing stark against his dark skin.
He could hear the youma, feel the influx of dark energy as they were unleashed upon the allies and members of Order. As the phrase went, sheep to slaughter. How long till his own drifted to his side? Not long. Gritting his teeth against the dual burning sensations, Seraphinite summoned his weapons to his hands.
His boots hit the ground mere feet from the Dark Mirror Senshi Eternal, face contorted in a snarl. "Burn in light then, b***h." One blade was drawn up and down in an arc, aimed for her other shoulder--opposite where she'd already been injuries, he noted. The second sword was on a slight delay before going for her thigh. Debilitate. Or hit a major artery. He wasn't picky. Senshi could move quick. She was on par with his rank. He'd simply have to move faster.
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Sera's weapon magic, forgot to put in my last post.
Causes anyone struck by the swords to be injected with a poison that gives off a heavier burning sensation at the point of contact. The area around the wound forms "light cracks"--faintly glowing, lava-crack looking markings that last as long as the burning of the poison does. The cracks are a visual representation of the poison, though can extend further than the point of contact. The poison itself is restricted only to the point of contact, and lingers with the burning sensation for only 10 seconds. Should someone be struck repeatedly by the poison--after the initial effect has already worn away--then the burning sensation builds, akin to someone becoming allergic to a bee sting over repeated attacks.
Asmodeus had been so preoccupied dealing with the blade, it took the Eternal a moment to notice that the wound was glowing - cracks spreading out from it over her shoulder. She made a noise of horrified surprise, pressing a hand over the wound as if that might somehow stop it. Except it didn't, and she hadn't stopped him - and now youma were pouring in. Terror gripped her chest.
"s**t," she said softly. In the end, this was what she got for standing up for what she believed. Ah well, no regrets.
His strikes were quick, and even though they were on an even level, a Genral's speed trumpe an Eternal's. Two new areas of bleeding-burning-agony opened on her shoulder and leg, and she went downto her knees with a soft whine.
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