Thirteenth Strike - [Accidental Voice]
[You know? It was all going so well. Despite the rain, Presea was out and about getting groceries, like a good little girl, and even most of the crystallization on her shoulder and face have cleared up, leaving just a slight trace near her Cruxis Crystal. All in all, today looked to be another normal day, considering she had to ward off flaming tree spikes a few days ago with her axe. Presea expected today to be some semblance of normal.
...Yeah, right. The journal and bag of groceries are dropped the moment the butterflies start nibbling at her and she deems them as a threat. As the journal splatters open on the ground, the sound of rain, wind and quiet yelps of pain are overheard. There's also the faint swish of something swinging through the air.]
Species...unknown. I-Insect. ...Carnivorous. T-Travel...in large groups. Percentage of survival...
Twenty-one percent.
[She snarls, and anyone close to the shops can see her swinging her axe uselessly against the swarm as they flutter out of her way. Her attacks aren't quick enough to fell them all, as the weapon is large and heavy. And Presea's spending more time prying the things off like a feral animal than actually attacking. Her clothes and body are bloody, and her eyes are burning with intent to kill.
She's in all out survival-mode, her own parasitic jewel pushing its host to the limit on purely self-preservation. One word rings out loud and clear before Presea just goes on the rampage against her "opponents". Just one word.]
DIE!!
...Yeah, right. The journal and bag of groceries are dropped the moment the butterflies start nibbling at her and she deems them as a threat. As the journal splatters open on the ground, the sound of rain, wind and quiet yelps of pain are overheard. There's also the faint swish of something swinging through the air.]
Species...unknown. I-Insect. ...Carnivorous. T-Travel...in large groups. Percentage of survival...
Twenty-one percent.
[She snarls, and anyone close to the shops can see her swinging her axe uselessly against the swarm as they flutter out of her way. Her attacks aren't quick enough to fell them all, as the weapon is large and heavy. And Presea's spending more time prying the things off like a feral animal than actually attacking. Her clothes and body are bloody, and her eyes are burning with intent to kill.
She's in all out survival-mode, her own parasitic jewel pushing its host to the limit on purely self-preservation. One word rings out loud and clear before Presea just goes on the rampage against her "opponents". Just one word.]
DIE!!