“Have you ever even done this before?”
( * / @ofcentvries / prompts / accepting. )
Pattern of respiration was heavy, as audible inhalations and exhalations would reverberate the atmosphere. An armored palm was placed atop her knee in an attempt to retain her balance. Drops of perspiration surfaced atop her forehead, eventually strolling on the rest of the surface of her skin. Complexions of chocolate were staring absent - minded the cold cobblestone underneath her. Attentiveness was diverted significantly for a few moments --- she was allowed to, since she was not alone.
An upredictable circumstance had taken transpiration, yet not unfamiliar with such setting. The gallant knight was accustomed to unanticipated situations, ( this was the fate for those who wield supernatural prowess ) where she was required to have the utmost usage of her skillset; in her case, her swordsmanship abilities. The onslaught of the enemy was mandatory, as vanquishment was out of the question. Her obstinacy and willpower will make sure to conquer, and bring victory in this fight.
And beholden she was that she was accompanied by her beloved friend. Not only she was someone that she valued, Jellal wielded great power, with great mastery of his techniques being under his possession. Whilst the fairy herself was strong enough to handle the aforementioned enemy, it was aleviating to have someone as reliable as he is. Reliance was something that she had acknowledged; not ideal, as she trusts her strength --- but inevitable at certain times. This was one of them.
Summoning a sufficient amount of physical strength, Erza stood on her feet, as her focus was now piercing the sight in front of her. A few moments of rest was more than enough to provide her with the necessary virtue in order to continue.
❛ Fret not. This isn't something I'm unfamiliar with. I know I have my limits when it comes to requipping armors, but it's not enough to bring me down.❜