Regardless of the eccentricity she faced in certain events throughout her lifetime, Peko typically trusted her own judgement. She rarely ever doubted what she saw before her own two eyes; which were rumored to be as sharp as the end of her blade. Yet as she lay sprawled on the ground, watching a thick cloud of smoke rise to the heavens, she asked herself over and over again if it was real. For a while, all she could see was blue electricity, dancing about vivaciously before withering away into naught. The air was steadily beginning to clear again— thus she busied herself in a search for her glasses, which had been struck away earlier when she’d tried confronting a man she’d deemed suspicious. Retracing the events in her mind, she could recall chalk circles being drawn… and then, suddenly, the ground she’d previously found a suitable fighting stance upon began to conspire against her, shifting and throwing her as easily as a rag doll out of the fray. Then there was a flash of a scarlet cape… and another fight transpired.
This really was troublesome. Thrumming and throbbing, cold sweat rolled down her forehead when it became apparent that her glasses might have been gone for good, in the midst of that battle. Not only that, but the young master was still nowhere to be found. These were forces she'd never intended to have to deal with in the first place... how could she even stand up to such a threat?
Before she could descend past the borderline of sheer panic, a metal hand offered her the glasses she'd been searching for. Evidently, the young man in the red cape who'd likely just prevented her from getting herself killed. Hesitantly taking them, she slid them on carefully. The left lens was lightly cracked in a spiderweb pattern-- but, it was better than nothing.
❝ T-thank you… If… If you don’t mind me asking... what was that, just now? ❞