[ It's only because of her sword she's able to hold herself together, even if her tears aren't completely gone.. some still there, burning with the misery, a few drying on her cheeks as she tries to hold herself together. A hand raises to wipe at her face, smudging some blood and getting a glimpse of that hand coated in red. Blood is seeping from her injuries, the coldness more apparent at her back as the adrenaline slowly begins to drain.
She's so tired. She wants to go back. She doesn't want to be.. here. With all this suffering. The pain. More dull and even a few stray black feathers coat her wings now compared to before with one wing dangling limply at her side. Just.. one step. One more. One more loss. One more death.
Just need to.. walk through that door. When movement happens at her side, she looks puzzled, confused as she realizes it's Aymeric raising his sword. ]
A-.. Aymeric, what are y-- [ A cry escapes her when it swings suddenly at her, because it's a 19 I'm saying he does not kill her or even fatally wound her. She does get a slash that cuts right on down from her shoulder to her elbow. Staggering on her feet back, she doesn't think to go for her sword. To defend herself or retaliate because this... this is her friend, right? ]
W-Why..? [ now there's a drumming feel of fear. dread. the shock of the situation still keeping her body moving. ]
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She's so tired. She wants to go back. She doesn't want to be.. here. With all this suffering. The pain. More dull and even a few stray black feathers coat her wings now compared to before with one wing dangling limply at her side. Just.. one step. One more. One more loss. One more death.
Just need to.. walk through that door. When movement happens at her side, she looks puzzled, confused as she realizes it's Aymeric raising his sword. ]
A-.. Aymeric, what are y-- [ A cry escapes her when it swings suddenly at her, because it's a 19 I'm saying he does not kill her or even fatally wound her. She does get a slash that cuts right on down from her shoulder to her elbow. Staggering on her feet back, she doesn't think to go for her sword. To defend herself or retaliate because this... this is her friend, right? ]
W-Why..? [ now there's a drumming feel of fear. dread. the shock of the situation still keeping her body moving. ]