001 ❝And with bent hands expect the furious war.❞
[Needless to say, Fran is furious. She's been shrouded in Mist so recently that her head is still pounding, her senses still overstimulated.
Ripped from a battle with a titan and clad in only a white chemise, the viera stalks the halls like a hunter. An arrow is fit to the notch of her bow, and she has one single objective: find her party and leave, anyone in her path be damned.]
[ooc: u gonna git shot. Koltira's gonna eventually stop her, but in the meantime, u gonna git shotttttttt. Or kicked in the face. Beserkmode what?]
Ripped from a battle with a titan and clad in only a white chemise, the viera stalks the halls like a hunter. An arrow is fit to the notch of her bow, and she has one single objective: find her party and leave, anyone in her path be damned.]
[ooc: u gonna git shot. Koltira's gonna eventually stop her, but in the meantime, u gonna git shotttttttt. Or kicked in the face. Beserkmode what?]