Loki The Trickster
Behind you.
Akai meanders along the branch. Her steps aren't as lumberingly angry as before. Time has seemingly tempered her fire. She makes her way through various other Scout Regiment soldiers, those of them too white-livered to step forwards, and stops a foot away from Mizuki. "I'll help you. Take out the Achilles heel of that one,” Akai, with a swipe of her blade, directs her weapon at one of the titans below them, pointing, "and I'll do the rest."
A stream of wan moonlight catches her steel's cutting edge from cracks in the canopy overhead. "Are you ready?"
Maki
A stream of wan moonlight catches her steel's cutting edge from cracks in the canopy overhead. "Are you ready?"
Maki