Hear me Roar, watch me Soar { + Touma
suchmisfortune
〘✽ — Piercing voice resounded back and through the range from where she held. With a light twirl of her spear, she began once again—
“Lawbreakers know not of their own imperils! Prepare to be vanquished! For I, Cynthia, the hero of legends, shall set your doom in motion!”
A rather ordinary day—nothing unusual save for the fact that its hours crossed slowly. The young Pegasus knight decided to take back to her regular routine that would have her rehearsing heroic catchphrases. With her sack and wooden armament in hand she set off in search for barren space to claim her own for the day. Her knowledge of the city vastly grew, no thanks to Lucina; but so did her desire to leap and venture forward through the various districts. Sector oo3 was competent enough she conceded; its walking distance not too long from where she resided and its entirety usually deserted, compared to the other given sectors.
There she stood—her character slightly intimidating, apparent to any accustomed to her usual features. Swinging her lance back and forth, occasionally wafting it above her head—tone sharp, she roared as loud as she could. “Relying on petty attacks? Hah, you lack not only in skill but wits as well I see! Allow me to show you how’s it’s done!” Pausing to regain her footing, a bright smile adorned her face. “That one was good!” A hand reached for the notebook that was placed on a nearby crate; taking heed of Owain’s jotting system, Cynthia quickly took outlines of her practiced battle cries. “… Phew… break time!” Sealing the notebook swiftly, she reclined back to the wall behind her. Present state accounted for, Cynthia wasn't entirely sure on whether these speeches would be used in battle but they kept her well preoccupied, which was her first concern.
Gripping her spear steadfast, she rose. “I haven’t really used this at all since my arrival… even the dullest of weapons can be useful to a degree, right…?” With the spear now adjacent from her chest, momentum now guiding her, she jabbed the still air before her. The cycle of jabs and swings continued but halted consequent to hearing treading deriving behind her. Frame still, she turned to look onto the individual; a stranger with dark hair and slender physique, seemingly harmless. His presence here was unanticipated; nothing of their surroundings suggested that he’d be interested in their current location—what were his intentions? Pondering her thoughts further, Cynthia called out to the boy in attempt to receive clarification; surely he had been there for a reason.
“… Hello!” Her friendly disposition allowed her a quick wave of her hand, “... um… did you need something?” Perhaps that had come out wrong; however she knew not on how to address the boy before her.
