[ To Alucard, the monster charges forward toward his home. To Ciri, it appears to be running away.
She gives chase, darkly determined to fell the beast, even knowing what it'll take. The exact sort of mincemeat she'll need to make of it before it gives up.
There's something cathartic about it. Something about the rush, the knowledge that this is her work, that she is good at it, that her bloody sword is all that will remain one day. It's a vicious sort of satisfaction, warped between desperation and despair.
She appears out of nowhere in a flash of blue-green light, right atop the monster's back. Sword-first. ]
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She gives chase, darkly determined to fell the beast, even knowing what it'll take. The exact sort of mincemeat she'll need to make of it before it gives up.
There's something cathartic about it. Something about the rush, the knowledge that this is her work, that she is good at it, that her bloody sword is all that will remain one day. It's a vicious sort of satisfaction, warped between desperation and despair.
She appears out of nowhere in a flash of blue-green light, right atop the monster's back. Sword-first. ]