Post by Senshi Odayakama (Crimson.) on Aug 18, 2022 4:47:07 GMT -5
She asked for forgiveness under the night of the moon, and it was there that as she steeled her mind for the coming assault, her blade shining in the dark, she would look down to see the red eyed human before her. Their eyes widening as she swings her blade down before them. Raising their crossbow up, but more like a shield against the incoming blade, it presses into their body. Slicing their head in half as their crossbow shatters in tandem. However, instead of fading into nothingness?
Their body began to slump. Before they did though, they seemed to try to wrap their arms around their wrist. Looking into them as they gave a huffed breath. Though upon their death, their leg seemingly phased back into existence. Her choice to use a shield was very wise. For when the bolts fired, she'd find that the body was littered with them, bolts piercing through flesh, muscle, and sinew as blood splatters upon the reaper in question. "Mastah!" There was evident concern at the assault, and it was clear that these strangers had no care for Rider in question.
Turning to their master with evident concern on their face, she'd find that she was free to move onto yet another target. Though. It seemed then it was time for something else. "La Black Luna! The Flute That Calls Panic!" Bringing forth a small black flute before them with their alternate hand, it suddenly morphs, expanding into a large trumpet that is connected by a brass prongue to an even larger head. So large, that it was in fact as big as Rider themself was. Their lips drop down and one breath. The result in question?
"BROOOAAAAAAAAAAM!" A spiritual sound wave resonates through the air. A horrible sound so loud, that it was creating a shockwave, reverberating as the Crossbows before them shatter into hundreds of pieces, stone shattering along the roof from the shaking tremors, before Yui would see the seven or so facing Rider themselves would literally explode, turning into a red mist as the fabric of their clothing is blasted to shreds. So loud was it, that the glass around them would shatter into hundreds of pieces. Raining shards onto the soldiers down below. It was like an echoing devastation that even when not directly in its path, could bring about a pounding heart, and feeling of anxiety.
This might have been a good time to book it. Wasn't it?! Surely!
Their body began to slump. Before they did though, they seemed to try to wrap their arms around their wrist. Looking into them as they gave a huffed breath. Though upon their death, their leg seemingly phased back into existence. Her choice to use a shield was very wise. For when the bolts fired, she'd find that the body was littered with them, bolts piercing through flesh, muscle, and sinew as blood splatters upon the reaper in question. "Mastah!" There was evident concern at the assault, and it was clear that these strangers had no care for Rider in question.
Turning to their master with evident concern on their face, she'd find that she was free to move onto yet another target. Though. It seemed then it was time for something else. "La Black Luna! The Flute That Calls Panic!" Bringing forth a small black flute before them with their alternate hand, it suddenly morphs, expanding into a large trumpet that is connected by a brass prongue to an even larger head. So large, that it was in fact as big as Rider themself was. Their lips drop down and one breath. The result in question?
"BROOOAAAAAAAAAAM!" A spiritual sound wave resonates through the air. A horrible sound so loud, that it was creating a shockwave, reverberating as the Crossbows before them shatter into hundreds of pieces, stone shattering along the roof from the shaking tremors, before Yui would see the seven or so facing Rider themselves would literally explode, turning into a red mist as the fabric of their clothing is blasted to shreds. So loud was it, that the glass around them would shatter into hundreds of pieces. Raining shards onto the soldiers down below. It was like an echoing devastation that even when not directly in its path, could bring about a pounding heart, and feeling of anxiety.
This might have been a good time to book it. Wasn't it?! Surely!
