No no no, no– !! God damn Five and her unbreakable determination. A will to catch the fleeing Intoner that rivalled Zero’s will to get the hell away from her while she still could. Futile, just as her earlier murder attempt, skidding to a halt when Five and her steed cut her retreat off.
There’s not a chance given, cursing under her breath, metal prosthetic shielding her from the Song unleashed from the youngest Intoner, only just countering with her own power. Body pushed by the intensity, leaving lines in the sand where her feet had slid back from the force.
As her beloved sister dismounts, she takes no time in readying her sword, already aiming the tip towards the middle of her ridiculous-sized chest. She’s looking forward to plunging dragon bone into sinning flesh of a disastrous Five, but is stopped dead in her tracks…She’s alone here, and no way is she going to risk Mikhail for some tacky moron she can take by herself.
“ Whatever the hell it is, you should save it, Five. “ Her single rosen eye levels the other, already taking a step towards this buxom target. “ Besides, I didn’t bring you anything in return! But if you insist, maybe I can use it to decorate your grave in a moment. Just stand nice and still for me like a good little sister, will you? “ She is not one to waste time pulling punches; Zero already has her arm poised back to swing, enthusiastic in it’s downward arc aiming for her wretched kin.
Five had become so used to Zero’s threats that she’d learned when to tune them out. As the blade pointed her way, she looked down the edge, remembered that she had awesome boobs and gave them an idle little squeeze to check if they were still awesome. When they were indeed still awesome, she yawned theatrically and fished a card out from somewhere in her clothing.
“Maybe another time, darling. What I have for you is far more important. Here, here— it’s for you. Don’t be shy now, come, come!” Five wiggled the enveloped card between her middle and index fingers, the gesture not unlike one used to coax a pet dog into playing along. Enclosed said envelope was an invitation with a time, ‘6:00pm’ and place, ‘The Land of Seas, just meet me in the main square♡’ inscribed. For what purpose, however, she’d yet said aloud.
“All of our sisters are going. At the very least, see it as an opportunity to maybe do all this murdering you’re so inclined to obsess over.”
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