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| Go, Ganon! Play until her feet bleed! |
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 Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:57 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... There was something in the wind that was amiss as they made their way to FEFGA's manor- an unsettling feeling that something was grating her very skin, for how much it perturbed her. Sliding down from Kyros's shoulder (where he had unceremoniously put her earlier when leaving the restaurant), she bade him a hasty farewell before breaking off from the group, her voice silent but her eyes telling him clearly not to follow- she would be fine.
Perhaps it was woman's intuition. Maybe it was the presence of a diametrically opposing spirit. No matter what it was, it bade her move away from the manor itself, bidding her to backtrack towards the path that they had taken to get there. The manor to her back, she waited for the feeling to come again.
She saw it before she heard it.
A figure standing more than eight feet tall approached her from a distance, and with his appearance came that sense of baseless irritation and confusion. She didn't understand- rarely did she ever feel such negative feelings about anyone. And yet, Teifi found that no matter how she fidgeted on her golden slippers, she couldn't shake it. Nor could she repress the urge to grasp her sash roughly with one hand, ready to move it at any point in time.
The redhead tried once more to rationalize her feelings; she never felt anything negative against snakes, nor any of their other scaled kin. When her eyes fell upon the instrument that was on his person, however, the feeling came back with gusto. At last, she understood why she felt the way she did. At last, there appeared to be a reason why she felt compelled to leave the others behind, if even for a few minutes. This was a man that walked the alternate path of music- the one who crafted it, versus her, the one who manipulated how the audience interpreted it.
"Child of Bragi!" Stepping into the middle of the road and barring his path, Teifi bowed slightly to show her respect before looking into his one cold, golden eye. The fact that an eye patch covered the other did not perturb her in the least- it was the mandolin that she did not want to lay her eyes upon if she did not have to. Something about that instrument struck at the very magic that brought her back to life- she resisted the urge to strike at the unnatural instrument.
Remembering her family, however, she realized that her position was currently in the best place to do two things- block him, and protect her family from that unnatural piece of magic that he held. Best let him leave, if he could, and get it away from her sight.
"The road before you ends here. You will go no further. Turn back, please."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:20 pm
Ganon moved fast when he wanted to. Regretfully, in all the chaos after Ed was hurt, after he had quickly left her in safety, packed away his valuables and slung his Bardcraft instruments-- his mandolin and his violin-- across his chest and back, Ganon had been forced to disgorge the entire large meal he had taken that morning at the festival-- that, or come to face potential trouble feeling sluggish. He would be fine for several days before he'd truly need to eat again, but it certainly felt like he had wasted a lot of money.
The reptile, with his long legs and the warmth of bright noonday sun to energize him, was making excellent time at a brisk walk toward Fefga's house when the small figure of a woman, long-legged and dressed in white, blocked his path.
The sleeves were his first clue; while many would think he would first recognize her famed beauty, Ganon's sense of beauty was rather different from humans' and focused more on the shine of the scales, the angle of the tail, and the sharpness of one's claws and teeth. Her sleeves, with their beautiful, weaving pattern of dark colors, stood out sharply from the pure white of the rest of her clothing. It was a dead giveaway, although it was difficult to believe.
Then again, a lot of things were difficult to believe, and he'd encountered many of them firsthand. A smile spread on his tapered muzzle as he let her appearance sink in.
"Teifi the Dancer. It is an honor to meet you, although I must admit that I presumed that all of the Nine Heroes would be dead by this time. I am Ganon V'Chek," he said, "Although I do not expect you to pronounce it. You may call me Ganon Firenight." The reptile bowed elaborately in return.
If she had sensed the pure power that had been instilled in his mandolin-- a pure essence of Bardsong, acquired through decades of use-- then the sight of the violin on his back would be truly shocking. While the Dancer could sense an aura of latent, but mostly benevolent maic radiating from his mandolin, the suddenly visible violin on his back was engulfed in an aura of raw, biting, violent power. It felt like magic, but not exactly-- if it was magic, then it was indeed unlike any magic anywhere else.
"I am sure you have your reasons to bar my passage," he said as he stood, still smiling and looking genuinely friendly as he moved closer. "But I have my own reasons to approach the manor. My friends may require assistance. Perhaps you would join me?" He sounded openly hopeful, and even wagged his long tail a bit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:58 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "You... know of me." The look on Teifi's face was surprised at first, but faded quickly into a sense of careful skepticism. Raising a brow carefully, she tested the waters warily with a question that wouldn't rub his scales the wrong way. Or, rather, she hoped it wouldn't. One could never be sure, what with times changing and all.
"Ganon... Firenight, then. How do you know our names, our faces? You sound quite knowledgeable, though I assume the tales of a bard don't include superficial details." Pointing to the mandolin knowingly, she pieced together at least that much- if they were truly dead for as long as she assumed, only a bard would know the details of their lives. Only one with knowledge of ancient lore would be able to spot her and identify her by name in an instant, as he did.
When he stepped forward, she stepped back. With a look over to the violin, she realized that the mandolin wasn't the one that was unnerving her- it was the smaller instrument. Within it, she could virtually feel the foul magics crawling beneath her skin- magic more ancient than she seethed and boiled with pure malice and hatred. Power, it seemed to scream, mixed with a willingness to toss all else away in order to seal its ambitions in blood.
To see someone face to face, holding a weapon of such vile, ancient magic was unsettling. To see him with a calm smile just seemed eerie, unnatural, and immediately stirred up in her a sense of distrust that she did not dismiss easily. Though the mandolin held no such sinister aura, it still carried in it something that she could not find the words to explain. Her hands clutched the sash tighter out of self-consciousness, but she did not dare back down.
Fear only showed in her body language for a quick second, but it screamed a terror spawned from a lack of understanding.
"...My own family needs protection. Your foul magic will get nowhere near them, Ganon!" Snapping out her sash towards his feet, she aimed about two inches before him, sending out a curl of near-invisible magic that split the ground cleanly before him- almost as if an axe had cleaved the ground, despite there being no weapon. Surely he was familiar with this brand of the magical arts.
After all, his weapons seemed to be taunting her that they were full of magical surprises.
"Begone. Or face a so-called Hero."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:16 pm
"You would be surprised," he replied, "How much material describing the Nine Heroes still exists in the Library of Yssis in Sentria. They have statues of each of you there, and truly ancient books that describe every one of you. I have... done a lot of t--"
Crack!
Ganon lunged back and landed gracefully on his talons, knees bent in preparation to move quickly. He stared at the gash, then raised his head to Teifi, narrowing his eye in confusion. "Just what the hell do you think you are doing? Stop that, now, I mean you no harm!" Ganon was entirely truthful in this, though he was also no fool. He always gave his opponent a second chance, an opportunity to lay down their arms and settle their problems without conflict.
He also knew that if he was unprepared, her reply could kill him. The sash wrapped around his chest fell gently away as he let his mandolin settle in the grass beside the road, along with the strap. He had taken his violin into his left hand, and his tail placed the bow in his right claw.
Glad I tuned it on the way up, he thought, staring the dancer down and raising his violin slowly to brace it against his neck.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:40 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "You wish me to stop?" Speaking without any taunting tone in her voice- though she loved the boy, she'd never stoop to Castello's level in that regard- Teifi moved her blue eyes to him again and still held her sash in hand. She made no move to lower her weapon whatsoever, but neither did she move forward to suggest that she would use it again.
"Then leave. Leave, and no blood will be shed. Move forward, and you'll have started the fight yourself." Narrowing her eyes and staring with unadulterated hatred towards the string instrument that was now raised up to his chin, Teifi carefully readied herself to move in case a piece rose from the cursed strings. She held a careful respect for the violin, although it was also mixed with fear and revulsion.
"It's your choice. I will defend my family until the end." Standing upright, she prepared to defend the name her family had once given her; girl who was fleet of foot would soon put that very title to the test, if he didn't leave. While a certain part of her wanted to avoid the conflict at all costs- she did not dare deny her fear of its dark power- she knew that if she let him go and if he proved to be against them, it would be better to fight him now, rather than risk her family's lives later.
"Leave. Or en garde."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:06 pm
Ganon sighed softly, as if disappointed. "I don't know why I bother giving people the chance to walk away," he said, looking down and scratching dejectedly in the dirt with one of his talons. "They never, ever take it." He raised his head again to face Teifi and shook it slowly.
"I apologize, Fleetfoot, but just as you cannot abandon your family, I cannot abandon my friends. I have been heard of your nobility. Perhaps those stories are wrong, or perhaps you have changed. I do not really know, but," he said, raising his bow, "I cannot let you prevent me from aiding my friends."
He pulled the bow across the strings. Immediately, a lash of power whipped around the reptile, scattering dirt and dust away from him in a circle before he began a slow fugue. A nearly invisible blade shot through the air; it just bent and refracted light enough to be seen rushing toward the dancer, followed by two of its brothers.
These were not meant as warning shots. If Ganon's offer for peace was refused, he gave no quarter.
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:22 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... "Wrong? Perhaps. And you won't keep me from my family!" Listening to those first slow, deliberate notes, she readied herself to face them; they would come fast, they would be nearly impossible to see with the untrained eye, but those with a soul attuned to the music could perhaps--
There! Whipping up her own sash in turn and snapping it thrice as it fell, Teifi parried the blades with a few of her own, feeling the ripple travel through the air as they canceled one another out. For one painful moment, she realized that her own blows were not strong enough to tear through his- just enough to cancel them out and turn them over on themselves, but not enough to turn his attacks back on him. Regardless, she looked to him with a smile and began her dance.
One pas de chat, followed by a tour de force, and she flicked her wrist to create spinning blades, each arcing far wider than would have been necessary to strike- as a matter of fact, they were designed to all initially mist, coming in from behind to force him to turn his back to her if they were to be avoided. It was a specialty of hers, an arcing blow to test the defenses.
Following this, one very small step, then a blade no larger than a thimble, aimed for the back of his thigh if he turned around. It would cut him a fair bit, but nothing that would permanently maim him; just something to let him know that she meant business.
"A warning shot, from me to you. Please reconsider. Leave at once, lest you force us to continue."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 3:40 pm
Ganon did not pause his playing to watch her dance, though. Invisible blades arced away from him with soft, but swelling notes from his instrument, flying off in confusing directions until... they struck her spinning blades and canceled them out with little explosions visible only as warped air.
The tiny blade, too, was caught and destroyed-- and it was followed by a powerful bellow, a low fermata that sent not a blade, but a blunt force, vaguely visible as a fist, through the air. It swept low to the ground and then up toward the dancer's stomach with enough force behind it to take the wind out of her!
"And that is a warning shot from me. Stand down."
At that point, she might have realized that he was playing her dance. He was playing the music to which she was dancing! And yet, at the same time, she was dancing to the music he played...
He was watching how she moved, countering her attacks by firing the very same attacks at her. The fist was easy enough to dodge-- much more visible than a blade, and slower-- but it gave him time to snap his tail twice, and he began a quicker toccata, each note summoning a deadly attack.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:21 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... The fact that he hadn't been affected at all by her warning strike was surprising- more so, however, was his counter strike. Though she'd been prepared for another blade, the one she sent out to counteract it was blown aside by the sheer blunt force- much like trying to shoot an arrow at a rolling boulder, it was blown away by the oncoming blast and left her wide open for the attack.
Thankfully, there hadn't been a blade immediately after the wave.
Despite this apparent stroke of good fortune, she still had to deal with the force as it struck her full on in the abdomen, throwing her back- it would have thrown her to the ground if she hadn't kicked off of the earth, using the force to roll forward. With her momentum moving up and forward, the rest of the wave passed beneath her, allowing her to catch her falling form with the palm of one hand. With a brief exhalation of what little breath she had left, Teifi vaulted her body forward with a brief flip and snapped the sash again.
In tune with the song he played, the redheaded dancer dipped low into a splits position, aiming her sash and whipping it out twice- with each, the vacuum that the snaps created was filled instantly with her innate magic, creating the near invisible blades. Pushing her body up from the ground and flipping back again, she awaited his move with a taunting spin, her sash wrapped about her body but still relatively ready to counter strike again.
"Surely you wouldn't expect me to give up so easily?"
Remaining on her toes, she ceased her spinning for a moment with a smile that, though gentle, carried with it an unspoken warning.
"You are not the only one with friends on the line. Play on, bard."۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 3:47 pm
Ganon actually looked a bit surprised, though not displeased, when the heavy force caught her. He shifted aside as the first blade shot toward him, letting it leave a deep gash in a tree before he turned--
Damnit! My blind spot! The second blade had entered the area he couldn't see, and he had misjudged its speed at the start. It caught a long, shallow gash along his tail, which he whipped away to get it out of the line of attack.
"First blood," he murmured. No holding back now. He began a lighter, more upbeat, faster tune, which sharply contrasted the whirling blades that volleyed toward the dancer with each note he played, the arc, the curve, the sharpness and speed of each depended on how he played, how he turned the note, how clean the cut-off was and how clear the tone was. Pitch and rhythm were, in the grand scope of things, relatively unimportant. With the right training, a skilled bard could do this with any song. It was the feeling you put into it that mattered.
Ganon's magic was the power of Bardsong: to express feeling and emotion. And it did it in a very, very tangible way. One after the other, as his fingers danced along the neck and his arm whipped the bow across the strings, blades flitted through the air between them, whipping with deadly speed toward the legendary dancer.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 5:52 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... No matter what the tempo, she would keep up with it- that was the least that Teifi could do. Whether it was a minuet, a serenade, a bolero, a requiem, or a much faster piece, she would oblige him with her dance, keeping with the tune for as long as he was able to play it. What was a dancer with no music, if not a bumbling mass of flesh? Without the ministrations of a talented bard or a skillful musician, a dancer was without worth and the dance itself without meaning or substance.
As he picked up the tempo as he declared the drawing of the first blood, she noted with a smile that the opportunity for attack increased on both fronts- already she could feel the punishment of his barrage. Though her skill let her swat away the first two with ease, her body had to twist to even try to avoid the rest of them- even then, one of the notes had sliced shallowly yet cleanly across the top of her shoulder, while another struck her near the bottom of her left breast. A flash of her tan skin was exposed, though a look at her white silk undergarments showed that she kept herself presentable.
Blood dripped onto her sash on several occasions as her feet hurriedly kept up with the song, her muscles singing for the first time in hundreds of years as she sought to combat the Bardsong with her own unique form of magic. Leaping back and moving into a Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant as he played a rift, she allowed herself to spin rapidly and let the air currents and the vacuum they created spark the release of her magic. All around her, furious blades whipped through the sky, arcing upwards before swarming down like furious hawks towards the humanoid serpent. A few smaller blades moved towards the front, but were nothing more than flies in comparison- hopefully enough to distract, but not enough to seriously harm.
No words needed to be spoken. Both had expressed their desire to see this fight to the end, whether verbally, through body language, or music.
A lone bluebird that flew through the sky darted overhead, sweeping down to capture a small but succulent seed that promised nutrients for his mate and family...
Two seconds later, the bird, having moved forward so he had flown about two yards from them, suddenly exploded into a mass of blue dust and a spatter of crimson droplets. There had been time for the beginnings of a shriek, but little more- only one feather survived intact to fall to the ground below. ۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 6:34 pm
Ganon danced a jig to his music as he played, darting from side to side to avoid the blades that had been thrown high over the others, and still he picked up the tempo, blades striking blades in the middle of the battlefield. The air was beginning to distort itself as a hundred blades collided with a hundred others every minute.
Heat began to build as the grass growing through the road between them burst into flame and curled up. The sheer friction of the colliding blades in the air was causing it to superheat!
The hgi-val hissed softly as his arm worked feverishly, his fingers dancing up and down the neck of his violin as he reached up quickly and plucked four notes with his claws. With each note, a spike of sound shot down into the ground and burrowed under the battlefield, planning to come up behind Teifi and burst out toward her back. Even as he brought his claw away from the strings, he turned the bow down and drew it across them again while one of the blades she fired while he was plucking the strings burst through and tore through his shirt, exposing green scales and a long gash horizontally across his chest.
The battlefield raged like a furnace in front of them as he played furiously, faster and faster until his elbow was naught but a blur. It wasn't easy to keep up his song-- the violin was drawing heavily on his raw emotions, dragging willpower out of him to fuel its attacks, but even then, his attacks only intensified in their ferocity.
Fingertips... getting slippery... Damn...
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:51 am
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... Her body glistened with sweat as she continued to twirl and dance- not only due to the sheer strain she was putting on her body by continuing to try to counter his blows, but because of the excessive buildup of heat, as well. There was no feasible way to keep the sweat out of her eyes when all around them, birds in nearby trees shrieked their warning cries and flew away from the heat wave that seemed to expand ever outward. More clouds of feathers and blood erupted in a sickening confetti of gore for the few that flew in the wrong direction.
Teifi tried to blink the burning sweat away, only to hiss when one of the sound blades from the earth slashed at her back, rending the material and barely missing her spine; her shoulder suddenly felt like it was burning and raw, but she did not dare give up. As she turned, a fine red mist followed, thankfully stopping as the heat prevented the excessive flow of blood and allowed it to scab quickly. Regardless, had Ganon not been playing with such fervor, perhaps he would have appreciated the wide gash that stretched from the bottom of her left shoulder blade, descending to the right side of her back, the wound ending just above the hip.
Provided that she walked away,she would remember the wound for quite some time.
The rest were a blur- she managed to counter them through sheer instinct alone- all she knew was that her feet were working at a blistering pace, her ankles shrieking as she attacked through several fouettés. The world was a blur through her feverish dance, and only the spotting of a green mass told her that she was attacking the one she sought.
Her muscles shrieked at the endeavor.
Her feet moved at an alarming pace.
She could hear the straps of her sandals begin to snap, and her hands were becoming raw from the constant rubbing of the soft sash against her hands. She could have sworn for a split second that another one of his blades split open the front of her shirt- would her scars be visible...?- but thrust that thought aside.
She wasn't fighting for honor anymore. Neither was she fighting for protection. Teifi the Fleetfoot was fighting for her life. ۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 12:45 pm
Ganon's eye was glazed with concentration as he played like a man possessed. He was much bigger than the dancer, and his violin did not allow him the ease of movement that her scarf gave to her. As a result, he was forced to put much more energy into trying to block, rather than dodge, her attacks. Blades whipped past him quickly as he pranced and weaved back and forth as nimbly as he was able. His muscles screamed, his hands cramped and stung, his fingers... he couldn't even feel his fingertips, but he could feel his knuckles burning. All the while, facing the silent explosion between them, which forced heady, hot wind into their faces, his music rang out beautifully, albeit dazzlingly fast.
His shirt was in tatters, and fell off to reveal the crisscrossing cuts and scratches her attacks had delivered, covering his arms and chest. His pants were coming away in shreds, tangling in his talons and hampering his movement. His fingers were slipping every time he pressed down on a string, and he had to press down harder, gritting his teeth to bear the pain. But he had to win! Losing was not an option, not when people depended on him!
He had to live!
His eye shot wide open as a blade struck him full in the chest. It was considerably slowed by its journey through the exploding air between them, but it stretched from his right shoulder to his left underarm! How did he miss it...!? It was not, fortunately, too deep, and as blood began to seep down his chest it quickly scabbed over, largely due to the heat and the speed with which the hgi-val naturally recovered from injury. Nonetheless, it was a serious blow in a battle that would not take much.
He poured his strength into his music, narrowing his eye and forcing blades to whip out through the warped air. Most were lost to hers, but a few... a few pierced her countering strikes and continued their course! He could win... he could win...
He didn't sweat.
Why are my fingers slipping?
And then he heard the most terrible noise he had heard in his life.
It was a sound all too familiar to a professional fiddler, a sound that could mean the end of a performance, a dissatisfied audience, and another day without food.
He heard the distinctive sound of an E-string breaking. It whipped up wildly, freed from its tuner, and released all the pressure he had been exerting on his violin against his cheek, tearing a shallow gash up his left cheek, whipping around to above his brow. It cut his eyepatch cord on the way, and the concealing accessory fluttered away in the wind from the battle between. With a combination of shock and fatigue, Ganon's bow dropped from his hand, his violin held loosely by the frets as he toppled toward the ground. As he fell, as if moving through molasses, he stared uncomprehending at the worn, bleeding hole in his right palm and the blood-soaked tips of his left hand's fingers.
Ah.
He crashed to the ground with a thud, groaning as his body bounced the checks his brain had been writing.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 4:51 pm
Break me, shake me, hate me...
But when the madness stops, you'll be alone.→τειғι← ◣ ♪ I can't feel nothing at all... ♪ ◥ You've confused me in a way that
I've never known... The sheer speed at which the notes flew from his violin made dodging them all literally impossible, and countering them all was like trying to hold all the sand in the desert in the palm of one's hand. Knowing she would take a good portion of those attacks herself, she focused on guarding her most vulnerable parts- her stomach, neck, and face. Her legs were used to taking damage from the training she'd once done, her arms were relatively expendable (being ambidextrous never hurt anyone), but one strike to the face or neck would mean the end for her.
All she had time to do was look. Like a marksman, she counted on her eyes to merely guide arms she could no longer feel, with the dexterity gone from them with every movement. The buildup of lactic acid in her muscles made them shriek with pain, but adrenaline overrode the instinct to massage her arms and stop using them. The heat made her eyes dry, but she dared not close them as the oncoming blades continued to open up lacerations all over her body.
For a moment, she couldn't feel the burning wounds- just a numbing feeling from sensory overload that left her feeling sluggish, uncomfortable, and feeling like she wasn't even her own body. The heat seemed like it was roaring well outside of her, as if someone had wrapped a cocoon of protection around her body, her own cuts and scrapes ached so dully that she could no longer differentiate one from the other, and even the slickness of sweat and blood that threatened to take her out from dehydration alone felt barely noticeable to her shot nerves.
Adversely, she could barely hear the music. A muffled mess was all she heard- discord, mellowed by what felt like large muffs over her ears. While he played until the unmistakable twang of the E string splitting from its instrument, she found she could differentiate nothing until the bow dropped.
The last of her unfelt strikes stopped.
A vaguely fuzzy sense of relief- almost a sickening sense of euphoria- washed over her as she tried to hold herself upright, the world already spinning from the sudden ceasing of activity. While once her brain had been overloaded, now there was a sudden whiplash of nothingness, leaving her feeling as if a frost had descended upon her form. Her muscles shook uncontrollably from the strain, her legs streaked with what looked like webs of blood from lacerations all up and down her arms and legs. While her face remained untouched, most of her top had been shredded- even her undergarments barely covered her decently.
If one looked, they would see the appearance of a crude, roughly healed scar stretched across her abdomen, appearing like a light blight upon her tanned skin. The dark tinge of the blood hid it slightly, but would still be very visible to the naked eye.
"Ha..." Barely having the breath to exhale in the short beginnings of a laugh, her lightheadedness made her lose her balance- crumpling to the side, she could not even muster the strength to move when she fell incorrectly on her ankle, falling upon it and twisting it unnaturally beneath her.
But the pain didn't rouse her.
Her eyes closed, and consciousness left her swiftly.۞ You just keep me contemplating that your sσuℓ is _slowly _fading... ۞
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