[OOC: Just as a note, I'm gonna have to call slow posting for the rest of they day. ;A; Utena-mun knows about my IRL move and it's striking again, so I'll probably be gone until the night. I'll definitely try to get in a post before sleep though if my turn comes up again. ♥]
The blades were quick and zipped forward in straight lines, and as such, the ones which managed to nick their targets (and the single one that did not manage) flew on instead of veering around and lodged into the wall with distinct thuds. Utena parried the last sword low and it veered towards the ground, clanging across the floor and falling lifeless.
Once bested or dodged, they appeared to cease moving. Of course, there were many left that floated overhead, swirling around Anthy's frame and whispering endlessly, furiously. The continued presence of Raphael and Utena seemed to annoy them further; forcing patients to turn back without killing them was the goal of the evening. Stubborn patients.
Anthy's shadow left a trail of black sludge in its wake, its limbs drawing back and forth with spastic motions as it drew closer. It stood when it reached the intersection of the two hallways and it flickered in and out of vision just once.
There was a short pause before spikes, inky and vague as an extension of the shadow, burst from its frame with a sickening, loud squelch that resounded through the halls. Spikes that stuck out at every angle but did not impede movement, so the shadow flickered over to a sword in the back wall and drew it out by the hilt, still human-like in form.
It skulked closer to the pair. Anthy watched soundlessly.
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The blades were quick and zipped forward in straight lines, and as such, the ones which managed to nick their targets (and the single one that did not manage) flew on instead of veering around and lodged into the wall with distinct thuds. Utena parried the last sword low and it veered towards the ground, clanging across the floor and falling lifeless.
Once bested or dodged, they appeared to cease moving. Of course, there were many left that floated overhead, swirling around Anthy's frame and whispering endlessly, furiously. The continued presence of Raphael and Utena seemed to annoy them further; forcing patients to turn back without killing them was the goal of the evening. Stubborn patients.
Anthy's shadow left a trail of black sludge in its wake, its limbs drawing back and forth with spastic motions as it drew closer. It stood when it reached the intersection of the two hallways and it flickered in and out of vision just once.
There was a short pause before spikes, inky and vague as an extension of the shadow, burst from its frame with a sickening, loud squelch that resounded through the halls. Spikes that stuck out at every angle but did not impede movement, so the shadow flickered over to a sword in the back wall and drew it out by the hilt, still human-like in form.
It skulked closer to the pair. Anthy watched soundlessly.