[ She's smaller than Sephiroth, and though she wields a longsword, her movements are precise even in this small space. She uses it to her advantage, forcing him back, harrying him toward the stairs.
Through the rush of battle, she can hear her name. It's simply that she's decided to ignore it. When the voice tugs at her subconscious, something else takes over, bloodthirsty and eager. She becomes angry that this thing is taunting her, calling her when she knows it is nothing but a monster, maybe even a nightmare. She is alone.
Inevitably, she always ends up alone. ]
Shut up.
[ Ciri snarls, stepping in with a forward thrust at his stomach. Before her blade even reaches it, she can smell the blood, see the flesh rending, viscera tumbling out.
It is so sudden, the vision surprises her into a second of hesitation too long, her sword not quite reaching the full length she'd intended. ]
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Through the rush of battle, she can hear her name. It's simply that she's decided to ignore it. When the voice tugs at her subconscious, something else takes over, bloodthirsty and eager. She becomes angry that this thing is taunting her, calling her when she knows it is nothing but a monster, maybe even a nightmare. She is alone.
Inevitably, she always ends up alone. ]
Shut up.
[ Ciri snarls, stepping in with a forward thrust at his stomach. Before her blade even reaches it, she can smell the blood, see the flesh rending, viscera tumbling out.
It is so sudden, the vision surprises her into a second of hesitation too long, her sword not quite reaching the full length she'd intended. ]