[ There is a flicker of confusion in her eyes again. Behind him, dead bats start dropping like dry leaves from the ceiling, littering the floor, the steps beyond, the smell of decay sickly-sweet and cloying. She chokes despite herself, gasps when the distraction costs her the precision needed to dodge out of the way mid-lunge. His shoulder knocks into her sternum, hard enough to shove her against the wall and knock the air from her.
That's when Ciri screams.
One bony, skeletal hand slams her wrist into the wall, far off to the side to incapacitate her weapon. Her scream reverberates through the whole house. Cracks appear in the ceiling.
It isn't real. This isn't real. A nightmare. Another one of that nightmare's tricks.
The warped visions that have been plaguing her since the dead began to rise have only been in the corner of her eye before. Dead animals, insects, mold on food that's gone when she blinks, flies that buzz in her ears and aren't there.
It's never been something that could attack her before.
(Why does the voice make her feel so strange?)
Ciri screams again. This time, Sephiroth will feel it, a disorienting, perhaps even painful sound that burrows in his brain and rings in his ears. ]
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That's when Ciri screams.
One bony, skeletal hand slams her wrist into the wall, far off to the side to incapacitate her weapon. Her scream reverberates through the whole house. Cracks appear in the ceiling.
It isn't real. This isn't real. A nightmare. Another one of that nightmare's tricks.
The warped visions that have been plaguing her since the dead began to rise have only been in the corner of her eye before. Dead animals, insects, mold on food that's gone when she blinks, flies that buzz in her ears and aren't there.
It's never been something that could attack her before.
(Why does the voice make her feel so strange?)
Ciri screams again. This time, Sephiroth will feel it, a disorienting, perhaps even painful sound that burrows in his brain and rings in his ears. ]