second decaying blossom

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*Maybe on your way home you'll hear a shuffle of footsteps

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*Sakura's clearly weaker than Lancer. She has no powers as a mage and it's like he said: she's frail and all of the color has drained out of her skin.

This won't stop her from grabbing onto Lancer's arm with all of the power she can muster, though.*

You can get me away p-pl- gah, nngh-

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No go...

*Too late, Lancer. Sakura's sympathetic look changes to a much more stoic one. Without warning, Sakura will sink her teeth into the arm she has in her fingers. She'll rip as much skin and meat off as her small mouth can muster and she'll begin to chew.*

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

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A MeAl i$ A meAL

*Sakura staggers forward in a mindless crazed run. It's faster than you'd expect a girl like that to be able to run but it still isn't anything compared to a Lancer's speed.*

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*He's fairly successful. Even with one arm he is easily able to restrain her. But her hands will still flail out, trying to claw at whatever she can.*

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*Sakura only has enough stamina and it'll always be limited compared to a servant's. She appears to be tired and after a few minutes she'll slump over into Lancer's arm.*

... Please.... run....

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*Sakura starts crying, but only long enough to get out a few sobs. She changes back in an instant once the girl sees an opening. She ruthlessly bites into the arm that's restraining her and rips off another chunk of meat.*

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*Sakura pulls herself up and walks towards Lancer once again. She's aiming for things that are easy since he's a more difficult target. That happens to be his shoulder that she's now lunging towards.*

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*He does hit her but she kind of just.. stumbles to the side. She's got a good grip on him with her teeth and as a result his skin is pulled off with her. She's still at good biting range so she'll sway in for another bite. Anywhere is fine, by this point she's had enough of a taste of his flesh to be completely mindless about her attack.*