Juju
PREY-FOR-US
Lazzo
Solirus
Verite
November Witch
Although she didn’t laugh at the joke, Marianne felt a wave of relief when the stars stopped spinning around the self-proclaimed ‘Star-Attraction’. Now that Valerie had hit her second wind, Marianne took a step back to grant her more space.
“It does not matter what you are called, so long as the job gets done.” She said, keeping her eyes firmly on Deerhead. Yet one of Valerie’s comments made her pause, earning a confused look that momentarily replaced her stony frown. She blinked. “What on earth is an ex-man?”
She wasn’t quite certain what Val meant by Jubilee either, though she understood the definition well enough. Still, now was not the time for clarification. Defeating their foe took priority over learning foolish modern terms.
Sparkles spun in glittery threads, bursting one by one to create a dazzling show, but Marianne couldn’t afford to appreciate them. Her eyes narrowed as the demon was cut cleanly in half, carefully watching its regeneration and searching for any indication it had slowed. Unsurprisingly, it remained the same, and also unsurprisingly, the taunts from Valerie had reached their mark. Deerhead’s anima flared up dangerously, but hopefully at the cost of draining its reserves.
The twins shifted into an evasive stance, ready to match the gait of the charging deer. At least, until something shattered the delicate balance of the mirror waltz. A giant anchor was falling from above, thrown with good intentions by Crimson. At least the demon had the decency to warn them, but that didn’t change the added danger of their current position.
First the puddle and now this?! Once more the carefully trained stances of the twins were interrupted by a marine threat. There was no choice but to retreat and then look for another opening. Taking her role as Valerie's defender seriously, she quickly glanced back at the girl.
"Look out!" Marianne called to her. She then dashed to the side, reached out to take hold of Valerie’s wrist and then… froze.
Hubris was the death of many, but doubt was a silent killer. Memories of the previous day intruded in waves, just like the exhaustion. Her concentration faltered, and so too did the augmentation. Movements slowed, vision blurred. A lapse in judgment and a moment’s hesitation were all a demon needed.
When would she learn that all her attempts to help only ended in harm. Once again she just made things worse. What an idiot. She wondered if her blood could count as an apology. It was a lot easier that way.
Red sparks scattered through the air as Annamarie dispelled her weapon, freeing both hands. Instead of dodging to the opposite side of the demon, she lunged across its path, arms outstretched for Marianna and Valerie. She grabbed their shirts like kitten-scruffs and tossed them out of harm's way.
Solirus
Verite
November Witch
Although she didn’t laugh at the joke, Marianne felt a wave of relief when the stars stopped spinning around the self-proclaimed ‘Star-Attraction’. Now that Valerie had hit her second wind, Marianne took a step back to grant her more space.
“It does not matter what you are called, so long as the job gets done.” She said, keeping her eyes firmly on Deerhead. Yet one of Valerie’s comments made her pause, earning a confused look that momentarily replaced her stony frown. She blinked. “What on earth is an ex-man?”
She wasn’t quite certain what Val meant by Jubilee either, though she understood the definition well enough. Still, now was not the time for clarification. Defeating their foe took priority over learning foolish modern terms.
Sparkles spun in glittery threads, bursting one by one to create a dazzling show, but Marianne couldn’t afford to appreciate them. Her eyes narrowed as the demon was cut cleanly in half, carefully watching its regeneration and searching for any indication it had slowed. Unsurprisingly, it remained the same, and also unsurprisingly, the taunts from Valerie had reached their mark. Deerhead’s anima flared up dangerously, but hopefully at the cost of draining its reserves.
The twins shifted into an evasive stance, ready to match the gait of the charging deer. At least, until something shattered the delicate balance of the mirror waltz. A giant anchor was falling from above, thrown with good intentions by Crimson. At least the demon had the decency to warn them, but that didn’t change the added danger of their current position.
First the puddle and now this?! Once more the carefully trained stances of the twins were interrupted by a marine threat. There was no choice but to retreat and then look for another opening. Taking her role as Valerie's defender seriously, she quickly glanced back at the girl.
"Look out!" Marianne called to her. She then dashed to the side, reached out to take hold of Valerie’s wrist and then… froze.
Hubris was the death of many, but doubt was a silent killer. Memories of the previous day intruded in waves, just like the exhaustion. Her concentration faltered, and so too did the augmentation. Movements slowed, vision blurred. A lapse in judgment and a moment’s hesitation were all a demon needed.
When would she learn that all her attempts to help only ended in harm. Once again she just made things worse. What an idiot. She wondered if her blood could count as an apology. It was a lot easier that way.
Red sparks scattered through the air as Annamarie dispelled her weapon, freeing both hands. Instead of dodging to the opposite side of the demon, she lunged across its path, arms outstretched for Marianna and Valerie. She grabbed their shirts like kitten-scruffs and tossed them out of harm's way.
