[she mutters as those wings flicker into view, brow furrowed. oh, of course. he might not be what she's familiar with, but isn't it just fitting (in a way she hates) for a devil like her to face off against this.
the shadows' voices around them briefly clarify at the sight of those wings, too. Enemy of the Sarkaz, traitor of our kind! You are unworthy of our flames!
there's no attempt to avoid the lance, really. she figures she'll simply blast it away, and it seems like that's exactly what's going to happen as his lance approaches the launcher...
it connects. both weapons flicker, staticky, then blip out of existence and leave her empty handed. her ancestor's angry shout is cut off abruptly.]
What the-- hey! Hey, old man, get back here!
[fuck!
tail lashing angrily, she braces herself. winces a little as she moves into action. wis'adel runs forward to throw herself at him...
and ducks along the way to snatch up a piece of black crystal, broken off the protrusions that jut through the metal here.]
Fine! I don't need a gun to handle you!
[the provocation's intentional. c'mon, do it. keep coming at her. if he falters and she has to just murder the depressed-ass kid she talked to last night, she's gonna hate it.
the crystal chunk glows in her hand before she throws it, bursts into a large, bright explosion just as it reaches kaworu--
(and through that light, she grits her teeth against a hiss of pain, grips briefly at her right forearm.)]
no subject
[she mutters as those wings flicker into view, brow furrowed. oh, of course. he might not be what she's familiar with, but isn't it just fitting (in a way she hates) for a devil like her to face off against this.
the shadows' voices around them briefly clarify at the sight of those wings, too. Enemy of the Sarkaz, traitor of our kind! You are unworthy of our flames!
there's no attempt to avoid the lance, really. she figures she'll simply blast it away, and it seems like that's exactly what's going to happen as his lance approaches the launcher...
it connects. both weapons flicker, staticky, then blip out of existence and leave her empty handed. her ancestor's angry shout is cut off abruptly.]
What the-- hey! Hey, old man, get back here!
[fuck!
tail lashing angrily, she braces herself. winces a little as she moves into action. wis'adel runs forward to throw herself at him...
and ducks along the way to snatch up a piece of black crystal, broken off the protrusions that jut through the metal here.]
Fine! I don't need a gun to handle you!
[the provocation's intentional. c'mon, do it. keep coming at her. if he falters and she has to just murder the depressed-ass kid she talked to last night, she's gonna hate it.
the crystal chunk glows in her hand before she throws it, bursts into a large, bright explosion just as it reaches kaworu--
(and through that light, she grits her teeth against a hiss of pain, grips briefly at her right forearm.)]