“That's not a mirror.
Send me "That's not a mirror." and I'll have my muse meet an AU version of themselves
Almost out of gas… The words echoed through his head, as he looked down at the apparatus held to his waist by a series of straps. …Blades are running low too… He looked up, a small amount of horror in his eye. …They were a lot more terrifying up close. He’d been in the Scouting Legion for almost two years now, and they still scared the shit out of him. He closed his eyes, and let out a small breath, before taking aim, and launching himself into the air, through the use of the cables of the 3D Maneuver Gear. He was heading for that thing’s face. He had to get this right, His friends, his teammates were counting on him. Just…hurry up and get behind it. Get to it’s neck. And finish this thing off.
Red grips the handles of the blades, and the fear in his eyes converts to anger. No one else is going to die today.
