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Ashe
stripped to the core is there anything left? take all my sorrows and all my regrets,
Ashe had to fight not to roll her eyes with Kalt's response down the bond, coming to her just as she sliced Reckoning down through another deceptively beautiful rose. 'Not today,' he'd said. "Prick," she replied, and she smoothly guided her consciousness away from his actively - this was a bit of a pressing fucking issue at hand. While Ashe wasn't exactly frightened (she'd faced astronomically worse than some man-eating roses), there was certainly an urgency to freeing the unicorn and keeping all her appendages while she was at it. Losing her pinky was losing more than enough body parts, thanks. She heard the shrill whinny of the stallion and she glanced up with concern. "Shit," she hissed, and then the flowers were turning on her, snapping.. the fuck? Were those teeth? Half dazed, Ashe glanced up to the tightening vines around the unicorn's legs, the bites, the blood running down. She huffed a sharp breath through her nose. "Got someone who will need some healing from you, silver," she said just as she smacked away another flower with the sharp end of her sword, lovely red petals flying like blood. "This is so fucking.." Ashe huffed and held up her left hand, glancing up at the shadow-dappled stallion once more. "I promise this isn't for you." With the click of a button, a plume of flame burst from the end of a prosthetic pinky finger. She opted for the fire - quieter and less wild than her lightning. "It's all right," Ashe said, her voice low and words drawn out for the equine. She hissed with a curse as a flower nipped at her skin, but it was superficial. "Lets get you out," she said in that low tone, keeping an eye out for flying hooves as much as chomping roses. She aimed that fire straight for the base of the flowers, where those vines were creeping from in the first place. "You're too proud a creature to be beat by some frilly flowers, huh?" She swung her sword with her right hand at any that came darting at her, and she pushed her fire fore the base of those vines. every last thing that i had to confess I traded my crown for a beat in my chest. |
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