@thiefmask.
the night is pressed stark against her skin, cold wind grazing her cheeks and leaving them a vibrant rouge -- tonight is not a night for hesitation; tonight is a night of culmination. a night of busted knuckles and bloody teeth, a night of black and white; winners and losers. and GEM does not lose. this time they’ve spared no expense, the TASK FORCE, but she knows their tricks - their tactics, their weapons, their numbers, everything (poor girl would have marched in blind if need be). ‘ kitsune, how much power can do you think i can manage before.. -- you know? ‘ her voice is faint, claws glowering -- aloys is just beyond these walls, but she is certain she's walking into a trap. ‘ in previous cases, 75 percent; not advisable, gem. aloys is alive, but.. -- you will need to move quickly, ‘ the fox speaks, voice echoing within her head -- ears ring as he speaks; she can’t be bothered with his warnings, there is no time to act rationally.
she tears through the wall separating them; intangibility putting an immediate toll on her body, but she lands soft and takes out the guards at either side of her fellow thief with ease (though perhaps not mercy). cyan coated claws tear through metal bindings with ease, red and silver clanking to the ground as she places either hand at his face. ‘ hey -- hey, WAKE UP, aloys. it’s -- it’s me, we need to go now. please. please wake up. ‘
