Amber was far from a cautious creature. Qrow was one of the few who knew best, that old man could vouch for it. She was impulsive, hot-blooded, quick to retaliate with an attack if not with a snark. Yet all she could do was watch - a cross with hypersensitive awareness and morbid fascination.
Metal moved on metal, on top of each, liquidly. And then leapt out was a large, metallic predator, reminiscently feline, Teeth moved on teeth, baring it in a poor mimic of the gaping silver maw belonging to it, eyes trained, leaves quivering above.
The machine’s shout of a singular word set her on edge, and the Maiden tasted the line of almost, as she was about to bring about the righteous fury of one with her name, with her title, staring down the barrel of a gun.
And then it broke through.
Her focus snapped away, a curse slipping from her lips as she saw the bared fangs from the white head of a King Taijitu, and what else came in it’s wake? The Black Head, the Yin to it’s Yang, as it gave out a loud guttural hiss, accompanying the other’s.
It was very easy, this flame-eyed girl, to rise above and direct her wrath to the Grimm, for now. It was a flurry of icicles, that crashed into the scales of the two-headed snake, the ones that lodged in peppering it’s giant body. She raised her other hand, about to call forth lightning to strike them down-
–And then a large, sable-feathered body crashed into her floating body with a loud CAW! The air was sucked out of her body, crashing sideways, further wind escaping her mouth as she hit the ground. With a groan, her Aura taking the brunt, she struggled to put her upper body vertical, wincing at the motion.
The Nevermore circled overhead, letting out another screech. She forgot that the robots, the three of them, were even there, as with another groan, reached out and with her hand, grasped her Scroll, noticing she landed right near it, as her other hand clutched her side.
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