[ Rosaria's heart seemingly stops beating for a moment as the skull-face looms over her, its voice needling sharp and pointed through her brain. Even though her spear slashed its intended target, she doesn't feel as though she actually managed to anything that would significantly inhibit the creature's advances.
Then there was Kaeya... so easily disposed of, as though his flesh and bone were crafted from paper and feather. Yet there's no shard in place of where he was. No way it could have been crushed as well, and she's having trouble deciding how much she wants to trust her sight.
No, she knows Kaeya. He's far too quick and spry to be killed that easily, but doubt still strangles its way around her better judgment, making it difficult for her to accept either outcome.
Before she can check his remains for further evidence of his demise, she hears the creature's shrill scream erupt from within and bellow outwards, shocking her into a stupor and leaving her vulnerable to the spiked edge of the root as it penetrates her abdomen. ]
Run–!
[ It's the only word she manages to choke out as the tip of the root bites through her flesh and digs deeper. Stubbornly, both her hands reach out to grab it in an effort to push it out, leaving her spear to clatter noisily on the ground for one plucky jinba to pick up later. ]
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Then there was Kaeya... so easily disposed of, as though his flesh and bone were crafted from paper and feather. Yet there's no shard in place of where he was. No way it could have been crushed as well, and she's having trouble deciding how much she wants to trust her sight.
No, she knows Kaeya. He's far too quick and spry to be killed that easily, but doubt still strangles its way around her better judgment, making it difficult for her to accept either outcome.
Before she can check his remains for further evidence of his demise, she hears the creature's shrill scream erupt from within and bellow outwards, shocking her into a stupor and leaving her vulnerable to the spiked edge of the root as it penetrates her abdomen. ]
Run–!
[ It's the only word she manages to choke out as the tip of the root bites through her flesh and digs deeper. Stubbornly, both her hands reach out to grab it in an effort to push it out, leaving her spear to clatter noisily on the ground
for one plucky jinba to pick up later. ]