You're so cold
but you feel alive
Scoffing somewhere between amusement and distaste, Maea rolled her eyes. "Not everyone's mind is in the gutter, Amun. That's mostly just you." There was a slight pause. "Are we spending too much time together?" She hoped not; it was the moments spent in his company that made her feel the most alive. Almost like her old self, in some way. He'd known her before the change, and after; like a bridge between then and now. It made a world of difference.
The phasing was expected, after helping him figure it out so recently. The dagger, her arm and then her entire self passed through Amun as he shot forth, and at the same time Maea began to turn and shift to the side. She wasn't quite fast enough, the blade tapped against her upper arm rather than the back, but at least she was facing him again.
Raising the empty hand with her palm directed at him, she closed the circuits of her upgrade. Electricity shot forth, sizzling and bright enough to cast shadows wildly about even in the dim light of the day. Distantly, she thought it would be interesting to see whether it would slow him down at all.
If it did, Maea would try to close in a bit more, ready for another strike with the dagger.
The phasing was expected, after helping him figure it out so recently. The dagger, her arm and then her entire self passed through Amun as he shot forth, and at the same time Maea began to turn and shift to the side. She wasn't quite fast enough, the blade tapped against her upper arm rather than the back, but at least she was facing him again.
Raising the empty hand with her palm directed at him, she closed the circuits of her upgrade. Electricity shot forth, sizzling and bright enough to cast shadows wildly about even in the dim light of the day. Distantly, she thought it would be interesting to see whether it would slow him down at all.
If it did, Maea would try to close in a bit more, ready for another strike with the dagger.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
