[ Dream - 003 ]
A girl in a long black jacket is dodging a flurry of thrust attacks from a sword-wielding technician. Nothing seems that strange about the scene. She's clutching in both hands a bold red and black scythe, ducking and weaving around attacks instead of parrying them. ...There is blood dripping down the snath, originating from the place where the blade connects to it.
"Block it!" the scythe demands, but the girl is frowning at the thought.
"I can't!"
Finally, they are cornered. The girl pushes back against the doors, desperate to flee their would-be killer rather than fight anymore. The doors don't budge.
"You should understand your surroundings," says one holding the sword. "Those doors open in."
The sword is coming down on her again in what seems like slow motion. She won't block. She doesn't want him to get hurt again. In a flash, the scythe turns into a boy with white hair and striking red eyes. He shields her, the black blade coming down on an angle across his torso.
Blood literally explodes everywhere--onto himself, his attacker, the floor. He falls. She screams.
"I'm resolute to die if it's for my technician," he tells her.
But she doesn't take the chance to run.
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Maka...
[Soul flops over onto his side and stares distantly at the far wall. One of these days, he'll remember the Dreamberry broadcasts stuff like this.]
How uncool...
"Block it!" the scythe demands, but the girl is frowning at the thought.
"I can't!"
Finally, they are cornered. The girl pushes back against the doors, desperate to flee their would-be killer rather than fight anymore. The doors don't budge.
"You should understand your surroundings," says one holding the sword. "Those doors open in."
The sword is coming down on her again in what seems like slow motion. She won't block. She doesn't want him to get hurt again. In a flash, the scythe turns into a boy with white hair and striking red eyes. He shields her, the black blade coming down on an angle across his torso.
Blood literally explodes everywhere--onto himself, his attacker, the floor. He falls. She screams.
"I'm resolute to die if it's for my technician," he tells her.
But she doesn't take the chance to run.
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Maka...
[Soul flops over onto his side and stares distantly at the far wall. One of these days, he'll remember the Dreamberry broadcasts stuff like this.]
How uncool...