Leanne’s voice was a distant anchor as the humanoid figure drove her to the ground. Even with the thundering of her heart in her ears, she heard Leanne clearly and she knew there was something wrong with that statement. Yes. It wasn’t an ‘it,’ but a person. The glowing eyes helped to distort the features into unrecognizable shapes and sharp edges, but like an optical illusion when one added in all the pieces--like the spiky hair, the clothes, the size--the true form of the puzzle became apparent.
It can’t be!
The claws that swept across her torso were by far the biggest threats that Tsubaki could see. She gasped, a strained sound, and immediately brought her arm up to wedge between them as protection. She had to--
No! She could grab for her scalpels and cut her attacker, the same as Leanne could use her gun to shoot it, but--
Tsubaki clamped her eyes shut. She could do something else, something that might be better. Without warning, a golden light started to spill from her upraised arm; if the blinding core of light didn’t disarm Sora first, the small scythe that shot up from midst of it had the potential to if it connected with him. It was no ordinary scythe, as they’d be quick to notice: connected to its handle was a length of chain, and the chain itself only seemed to keep growing the longer the glow continued.
“D-don’t shoot him!” she bit out in the middle of this. “Don’t shoot!”
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Leanne’s voice was a distant anchor as the humanoid figure drove her to the ground. Even with the thundering of her heart in her ears, she heard Leanne clearly and she knew there was something wrong with that statement. Yes. It wasn’t an ‘it,’ but a person. The glowing eyes helped to distort the features into unrecognizable shapes and sharp edges, but like an optical illusion when one added in all the pieces--like the spiky hair, the clothes, the size--the true form of the puzzle became apparent.
It can’t be!
The claws that swept across her torso were by far the biggest threats that Tsubaki could see. She gasped, a strained sound, and immediately brought her arm up to wedge between them as protection. She had to--
No! She could grab for her scalpels and cut her attacker, the same as Leanne could use her gun to shoot it, but--
Tsubaki clamped her eyes shut. She could do something else, something that might be better. Without warning, a golden light started to spill from her upraised arm; if the blinding core of light didn’t disarm Sora first, the small scythe that shot up from midst of it had the potential to if it connected with him. It was no ordinary scythe, as they’d be quick to notice: connected to its handle was a length of chain, and the chain itself only seemed to keep growing the longer the glow continued.
“D-don’t shoot him!” she bit out in the middle of this. “Don’t shoot!”