@multif0rmed || Cont. from Discord
The elder stumbles back, startled. Well -- that certainly was unexpected. He then just laughed, licking at the blood trickling lightly out of the corner of his mouth. "Not bad at all .. But are you truly prepared against a magick user ..?'' Instantly, Anna feels thrown back by an unseen force.
Anna hits the ground hard, the wind knocked from her lungs as she skids across the floor. Pain flares up her spine, but she grits her teeth and forces herself to sit up. Her palms sting from the impact, and she can feel a bruise already forming on her shoulder. Xehanort’s laugh echoes around her, cold and taunting. Anna glares up at him, chest heaving. The sight of that smug, blood-smeared grin makes her blood boil.
As she rises, a wave of dizziness hits her, her head spinning from the sudden force that threw her back. Her chest burns with each breath, and she wipes the blood from her lip, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. She glances up at Xehanort, the cold gleam in his eyes more menacing now, and the reality of just how out of her depth she is crashes down on her. Her fists, though still clenched, feel lighter now, like they’re not enough to take on this kind of opponent. She remembers Goofy’s earnest warning, Donald’s scolding, both of them trying to keep her out of harm’s way. Maybe they were right…
She curses under her breath, frustration mixing with a tinge of regret. I should’ve listened to them, she thinks to herself, feeling a flicker of doubt. What was I thinking?
But even as the fear creeps in, she sets her jaw, refusing to back down completely. Not now, Anna. You can’t quit. her eyes narrow, and though her hands shake slightly from the effort, her voice is steady, full of defiance. Her chest heaving as she forces herself to stand tall, her hand moves to the hilt of Revolute, Aren of Arendelle’s sword, the cool metal grounding her as she tightens her grip. The blade feels heavier than before, but it’s all she’s got.
“Enough games,” she says, drawing the sword and leveling it at Xehanort, her voice steady despite the tremor in her limbs. “You’re going to tell me where Elsa is. Right now.” She steps forward, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Or so help me, I’ll carve the answer out of you myself.”