. . . SHE LOOKS TIREDLY ON FROM THE BATTLEFIELD. Hordes upon hordes upon hordes of shadowy beasts — all eradicated, just like that? With a single whip of the blade in the stranger’s hand, she’d watched them fall one by one, eviscerated, til’ they’d all but vanished, after she had nearly exhausted herself trying to down them all?
The rider slides down from the back of her TOBI-KADACHI, still gasping for breath. Beside them, her PUKEI - PUKEI squawk and jabber anxiously. They’re both scratched up from the fight — thankfully, nothing she couldn’t patch up.
“ THANK YOU. That was, surprisingly effective . . . ” // @knightofthekeyblade















