[ Akua's reflexes are sharp, and quick, borne from too many years on the war front, marching from Praes, through Callow, and into Procer, war in the Empire Ever Dark, and then war in the lands far to the north, locked in battle with the undead armies of the Dead King. Unsleeping, relentless soldiers that could strike at any time, in any condition, an unwavering, unending flood of death.
Her reflexes are quick, because of that. The flare and pop of High Arcana before her, like wiggly, incomprehensible letters, and the charging form halted in the air, suspended before her. Akua stood there, tall, and proud, and looked up at the creature, as she held it in the air, and she smiled. ]
Did you think to catch me by surprise, dear?
[ The air started to move out from the bubble Hayame's Doppleganger was in. ]
You'll need to be faster than that.
[ Slowly, the air was removed -- would the thing suffocate? ]
god that should have been "never be forgivable" 🤦♀️
Her reflexes are quick, because of that. The flare and pop of High Arcana before her, like wiggly, incomprehensible letters, and the charging form halted in the air, suspended before her. Akua stood there, tall, and proud, and looked up at the creature, as she held it in the air, and she smiled. ]
Did you think to catch me by surprise, dear?
[ The air started to move out from the bubble Hayame's Doppleganger was in. ]
You'll need to be faster than that.
[ Slowly, the air was removed -- would the thing suffocate? ]