[She was, to say the least, a perfectionist. When she didn't know how to do something, she was trying to figure out how to, to the point of running herself to the ground. Even if there were bruises, raw hands, scrapes-even broken bones-it was worth it.
Everything was worth it if it meant that she could perfect her weapon and be useful to those out in the field, whether it was during a dungeon or at war.
Besides, Gilgamesh was waiting for her. Or waiting for the day she ranked up. He was hers, and even if he wasn't the one she knew, she wanted her Servant again.
Perhaps that was what had caused her to work herself to a nub. She had been up at predawn, and worked in the training area. Weapons, mana practice, various sparring matches, shadowing and drills. Not to mention, she had been testing the limits of her shawl and trying to ensure she could handle its weight and train her body to make snap decisions. Muscle memory needed something to rely on.
But while she knew that pawns were, supposedly, weaker than various other counter parts, she hadn't realized how bad it could be with mana deprivation. She had been teasing Adra on and off about it, but she felt empty. It was not the usual comforting feeling that she usually felt, but one that meant she was at her limits.
Which was fine. She would be fine. It wasn't the first time she had stretched herself to her limits. She just needed to clean up, bandage the worst of it, and head to the hall for something to eat.
But there was blood pounding in her ears. She managed to get close enough, to the hall outside of the dorm. But a wave of dizziness came over her, and she found herself sliding down, an arm against the wall and soon her legs against the floor. She needed to calm her pounding heart. She needed to breathe.
Closed: Sion, Early May
Everything was worth it if it meant that she could perfect her weapon and be useful to those out in the field, whether it was during a dungeon or at war.
Besides, Gilgamesh was waiting for her. Or waiting for the day she ranked up. He was hers, and even if he wasn't the one she knew, she wanted her Servant again.
Perhaps that was what had caused her to work herself to a nub. She had been up at predawn, and worked in the training area. Weapons, mana practice, various sparring matches, shadowing and drills. Not to mention, she had been testing the limits of her shawl and trying to ensure she could handle its weight and train her body to make snap decisions. Muscle memory needed something to rely on.
But while she knew that pawns were, supposedly, weaker than various other counter parts, she hadn't realized how bad it could be with mana deprivation. She had been teasing Adra on and off about it, but she felt empty. It was not the usual comforting feeling that she usually felt, but one that meant she was at her limits.
Which was fine. She would be fine. It wasn't the first time she had stretched herself to her limits. She just needed to clean up, bandage the worst of it, and head to the hall for something to eat.
But there was blood pounding in her ears. She managed to get close enough, to the hall outside of the dorm. But a wave of dizziness came over her, and she found herself sliding down, an arm against the wall and soon her legs against the floor. She needed to calm her pounding heart. She needed to breathe.
Damn her delicate body.]