NeverBetter
These hands shall move steel
(again writing from mobile apologies, currently dealing with stuff)
"Hurry up, I won't save any of the fun for you guys!"
The details of the world around her blurred as the adrenaline started to kick in. Real combat. She'd never seen real combat before. Her boots leaving rubber marks as she tore through the hallways. That was much more like the Jazz whom master Katrina had come to know: fearless, energetic, and far too eager for a fight.
Jazz Bellz
Her team has only just been assigned when a scream rang through the halls. Her instincts got the better of her in that moment. Instead of listening to the others, master included, she began heading for the source of the screams: the courtyard. Her mind had emptied of all worries and doubts for the moment. When her Keyblade was first discovered, her father had a renowned swordsman teach her the basics. Basic number one, no distractions. Fighting with a mind weighed down by thoughts slowed reactions and dulled strikes. As she tore off, a little jab at her teammates came out as she burst through the other door. "Hurry up, I won't save any of the fun for you guys!"
The details of the world around her blurred as the adrenaline started to kick in. Real combat. She'd never seen real combat before. Her boots leaving rubber marks as she tore through the hallways. That was much more like the Jazz whom master Katrina had come to know: fearless, energetic, and far too eager for a fight.