[It hits lower this time, slicing through her lip as she frantically jerks away, and she can taste blood and metal both as she crumples against the stone slab. Yet once again, it is only moments before she feels the skin pulling itself together, somehow undoing his damage. She doesn’t understand it, can’t wrap her thoughts around it...but she doesn’t have time to think. The enemy won’t wait for you to think. He won’t wait. She has seconds, if that, before his surprise wears off, before he moves again, before -
Her hand, groping blindly across the coral surface of the altar behind her, comes into contact with a different sort of stone.
She grits her teeth, fingers curling around the shaft of the statue and immediately hefting it up. She throws all her weight into the swing- up and around, aimed as squarely as she can at his head.]
[One of the statue's delicate wings catches him on the temple, drawing blood but breaking off and falling to the ground. It's enough to stagger him for a moment, but no more than that - he recalls Saber's training, the sharp instructions to never lose sight of the opponent even when you're injured, and pushes through the pain.
He stabs once more, and once more the wound just heals itself. The dagger isn't working.
That's not a problem, though. If one weapon fails, all he has to do is imagine one that will work.
The dagger falls to the ground, abandoned, and a broadsword takes its place in his hand. He'll make sure the next attack ends this fight.]
[ Floe - 1F World: KP71 Danger level: 2 Outside of her mech she’s not so dangerous.
"There must be some mistake. Everyone knows that a Simoun can't be shot down."
The statue glances off him almost like it's nothing. She sees blood and for a second she hopes, prays that it will slow him down, but he just keeps coming at her, seemingly more determined than ever. She feels the knife again, the blinding pain, choking on her own blood, and then the healing, but...slower now, struggling to keep up with his blows. At some point the broken carving slips out of her hand, and she hears the dagger clatter to the ground alongside it and she prays...
But this is Sol's chapel, not Tempus Spatium's. Her prayers won't be heard in a place like this.
[He hears the scream. In the moment that the sword blade sinks through the side of her head and into her brain, he hears Floe's voice and realises who she is.
He freezes for a second, staring down at what he's done to her face. It's so absurd, yet at the same time so obvious. Haven't they all been dealing with hallucinations for two whole weeks now? Didn't he talk about this exact possibility with Mitsuru - with both Mitsurus? It was so obvious from the beginning, so how could he do this?
Feeling nauseated, he steps back and lets go of the sword. It fades away to nothing, but it's too late. The damage has already been done.]
[He whirls around to face the smug asshole (of course he's fucking here, why wouldn't he be)]
No, I- I didn't-
[Didn't mean it? It was an accident? Even through the panic and confusion, he already knows any justifications are meaningless. Nothing can make this right.
Floe is dead. She's dead, and he killed her.
His stomach churns and threatens to out its contents, but he swallows hard to keep it down.]
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Her hand, groping blindly across the coral surface of the altar behind her, comes into contact with a different sort of stone.
She grits her teeth, fingers curling around the shaft of the statue and immediately hefting it up. She throws all her weight into the swing- up and around, aimed as squarely as she can at his head.]
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He stabs once more, and once more the wound just heals itself. The dagger isn't working.
That's not a problem, though. If one weapon fails, all he has to do is imagine one that will work.
The dagger falls to the ground, abandoned, and a broadsword takes its place in his hand. He'll make sure the next attack ends this fight.]
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World: KP71
Danger level: 2
Outside of her mech she’s not so dangerous.
"There must be some mistake. Everyone knows that a Simoun can't be shot down."
The statue glances off him almost like it's nothing. She sees blood and for a second she hopes, prays that it will slow him down, but he just keeps coming at her, seemingly more determined than ever. She feels the knife again, the blinding pain, choking on her own blood, and then the healing, but...slower now, struggling to keep up with his blows. At some point the broken carving slips out of her hand, and she hears the dagger clatter to the ground alongside it and she prays...
But this is Sol's chapel, not Tempus Spatium's. Her prayers won't be heard in a place like this.
She does scream, this time, for sure.]
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He freezes for a second, staring down at what he's done to her face. It's so absurd, yet at the same time so obvious. Haven't they all been dealing with hallucinations for two whole weeks now? Didn't he talk about this exact possibility with Mitsuru - with both Mitsurus? It was so obvious from the beginning, so how could he do this?
Feeling nauseated, he steps back and lets go of the sword. It fades away to nothing, but it's too late. The damage has already been done.]
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Congratulations. You've killed your first defenseless human.
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No, I- I didn't-
[Didn't mean it? It was an accident? Even through the panic and confusion, he already knows any justifications are meaningless. Nothing can make this right.
Floe is dead. She's dead, and he killed her.
His stomach churns and threatens to out its contents, but he swallows hard to keep it down.]
Why didn't you stop me?