I would like to believe you are a most capable swordsman, Assassin. [ A smile threatened to expose itself. He reminded her of Gabriella. A little crabby, but not in a bad way. ] If you strike from the left, it is less likely that my attack and yours should intersect. I am certain that this will work.
[ She had to be certain. She had to be sure of herself. No matter how dangerous this idea was, there would be no second thoughts. Moura was not Zero, she was nothing compared to her insane sister. Sure she had a snake, but that creature was nothing compared to the dragon her sister had.
She couldn't wait for the Assassins, however. As far as she was concerned, their window of opportunity could close at any moment. Her lips curled at the sides, a smile finally decorating her features for the first time since she had arrived - her carrier would be so upset that he missed it. But it made her face seem so much more youthful, prettier than it already was. And that seemed to trigger an infuriated cry from their target.
An open invitation.
One sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the next steps she would take. She would have to dodge the snakes that tried to get in her way, the ones that might strike at her legs as she ran. She might have to roll her chakram along the ground as she ran. It wasn't a bad idea, considering she would need to lift it over her anyway. She could do this. The woman took off in a sprint, dropping the chakram to the stone floor. It rolled along her side, points scrapping along the ground. With each turn, it jerked up, meeting the thick leather padding on her gloves. Her small legs eating up the distance between herself and her target.
Crushing Love would only last for forty seconds at the most so far. Any more than that would make her feel nauseous, cause her to lose balance for a while. It ate at her mana at an alarming rate, or so she believed. She had yet to push herself any further with the weapon so far. She would need to make this moment count. ]
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[ She had to be certain. She had to be sure of herself. No matter how dangerous this idea was, there would be no second thoughts. Moura was not Zero, she was nothing compared to her insane sister. Sure she had a snake, but that creature was nothing compared to the dragon her sister had.
She couldn't wait for the Assassins, however. As far as she was concerned, their window of opportunity could close at any moment. Her lips curled at the sides, a smile finally decorating her features for the first time since she had arrived - her carrier would be so upset that he missed it. But it made her face seem so much more youthful, prettier than it already was. And that seemed to trigger an infuriated cry from their target.
An open invitation.
One sucked in a deep breath, focusing on the next steps she would take. She would have to dodge the snakes that tried to get in her way, the ones that might strike at her legs as she ran. She might have to roll her chakram along the ground as she ran. It wasn't a bad idea, considering she would need to lift it over her anyway. She could do this. The woman took off in a sprint, dropping the chakram to the stone floor. It rolled along her side, points scrapping along the ground. With each turn, it jerked up, meeting the thick leather padding on her gloves. Her small legs eating up the distance between herself and her target.
Crushing Love would only last for forty seconds at the most so far. Any more than that would make her feel nauseous, cause her to lose balance for a while. It ate at her mana at an alarming rate, or so she believed. She had yet to push herself any further with the weapon so far. She would need to make this moment count. ]