[ You're welcome, Gray. Nothing like a little bit of blood and guts oozing shadowy essence to further acclimate a girl to the battlefield. There's probably more of where this came from in their futures...
Not that anyone here is really thinking more than three seconds into the future, too busy fighting for their lives in the immediate present to daydream about time periods after that. Gray Prime goes skidding across the smooth floor, Gray the Second makes an absurdly quick dash towards Eustace the Remaining, and Eustace has just enough time to shift the angle of his gun so that it gets knocked out of his hands rather than his head getting separated from his body. Unfortunately, the arc of the scythe also means it cuts a deep gash in his arm, the sudden blossom of pain enough to elicit a grunt of pain. Without his knife or his gun, all that he has left is—
One hand reaches for his shard, acting on instinct in order to protect his life and Gray's without any thought to the consequences he might suffer.
The memory that erupts forth is one he's always cherished, the one he always turns to when his thoughts settle for the night or when he wonders if he's doing the right thing. A girl with blonde hair and a ready smile, and the girl in blue next to her. They nod at each other before the girl in blue clasps her hand together as if in prayer, eyes closing and voice murmuring quietly. Behind her, a shadowy form coalesces, taking on the shape of a giant dragon, it's maw opening to unleash a torrent of fire onto the grounds below in the direction of Gray Alter.
Maybe not enough to destroy, but enough to distract and give OG Gray time to recover while Eustace makes a dash for his fallen gun. ]
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blood and gutsoozing shadowy essence to further acclimate a girl to the battlefield. There's probably more of where this came from in their futures...Not that anyone here is really thinking more than three seconds into the future, too busy fighting for their lives in the immediate present to daydream about time periods after that. Gray Prime goes skidding across the smooth floor, Gray the Second makes an absurdly quick dash towards Eustace the Remaining, and Eustace has just enough time to shift the angle of his gun so that it gets knocked out of his hands rather than his head getting separated from his body. Unfortunately, the arc of the scythe also means it cuts a deep gash in his arm, the sudden blossom of pain enough to elicit a grunt of pain. Without his knife or his gun, all that he has left is—
One hand reaches for his shard, acting on instinct in order to protect his life and Gray's without any thought to the consequences he might suffer.
The memory that erupts forth is one he's always cherished, the one he always turns to when his thoughts settle for the night or when he wonders if he's doing the right thing. A girl with blonde hair and a ready smile, and the girl in blue next to her. They nod at each other before the girl in blue clasps her hand together as if in prayer, eyes closing and voice murmuring quietly. Behind her, a shadowy form coalesces, taking on the shape of a giant dragon, it's maw opening to unleash a torrent of fire onto the grounds below in the direction of Gray Alter.
Maybe not enough to destroy, but enough to distract and give OG Gray time to recover while Eustace makes a dash for his fallen gun. ]