swaying to my own sound [open]

[falterderleere]

Characters: Grell and anyone else
Date: February 15th.
Summary: This girl needs to blow off some impulses. Obviously that means tearing up a regenerating flower.
Warnings: Some crazy and violence "♥"ing

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[sistagonist]

Unfortunately for Grell, the rampaging rose attracts the attention of a very angry young lady, who wordlessly summons a figure that blasts her target with a small but very intense whirlwind.

These things were beating up kids, and that is uncool. At least Grell's new "ally" hasn't gotten around to testing them for fire vulnerability yet...

[falterderleere]

Oh? Now this was something to pause at. Did she control the figure, it her, or was it some sort of spirit? Using wind was an idea, if one could harness it...

To the girl, she gave a half-bow, silently acknowledging her presence before resuming her assault.

[sistagonist]

Souji acknowledges Grell with a nod, not feeling any need for words as she moves to attack the plant again, this time charging with a measured slash of her katana. The figure fades out, but if Grell's playing close attention, she can tell it's still present, just not visible when inactive.

Souji dodges back, ducking under a whipping thorned vine. Melee probably wasn't the way to go here to finish this thing...

[falterderleere]

She draws back, allowing the plant time to recover somewhat before rushing it, slicing across. A vine catches her arm, but she seems unfazed, twisting the scythe to cut it off.

Just don't start on magic yet. She's not half done.