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Seraph trudged up the bleak path, her gunblade across her back and one hand curled limply about the handle by her shoulder; ready as she was to fight again at any given moment. However, her appearance gave testament to her previous battles: there was a purpling blue bruise across her left cheek, like the shadow of a wing, and on her lip was an ugly half-healed cut that had trickled blood down her chin, carelessly wiped away. Though she didn't pause in her steady incline march, she was obviously tired, and there was a thoroughly wearied look in her green eyes. A sort of "leave me alone" look, like a deadened version of the one she had been known to wear in Twilight Town.
Twilight Town ... now there was something to think about. Seraph had already resigned herself to its fate, but the memory of what had happened just the night before last still left a hard feeling in her chest, as if her heart was holding on to something too heavy for it. Twilight Town, destroyed. Swallowed up by the darkness like a candle to a black wind. How had she survived that? One minute, she was bleeding from Shadow-scratches six feet under the ocean waves, choking on salt water and losing consciousness: the next, she was lying on a flat rock surrounded by water rising up.
It was a definite improvement to drowning, at least.
After Seraph had picked herself up, wet and very confused as to her sudden change of location, the Heartless had only given her a minute before appearing again. At least that group had not been the seemingly endless horde that had come to Twilight Town, but the four Wyverns and pair of Darkballs had still given her a beating. And that pattern had continued on and off for most of the day, Heartless attacking her with single-minded intensity, she defending and finally defeating them, then given a little more peace and quiet to try and heal herself and work her way up ... before more had come to challenge her again.
First, Seraph had made do with the store of Potions and Elixers she'd taken from her room in the Workshop as the Town outside panicked, throwing everything she'd made that day into her pockets and grabbing her gunblade before escaping. Somehow the downstairs furnace had been wrecked, and that had set the whole damn place ablaze. She had felt a twinge at that, leaping out her bedroom window and onto the rooftop next door. The apprentice had stopped to look back at her masters' Synthesis Workshop at the end of the street, seeing the windows lit inside by hungry flames. She would miss it, her home. But she hadn't had any more time to dwell on her grief, not with the Shadows pursuing.
But all the little battles she'd gone through in the past twenty-four hours had depleted her stores of restoratves; Seraph had nothing to heal herself with. She had never learnt Cure, never thought she'd need to. How wrong she was about that.
She could make herself more Potions and the like by hand, with a little ingenuity, but first she needed the materials. She was currently saving up the ones the Heartless had been dropping.
Not five feet in front of her, a swirl of black appeared in the air parallel to her eyes and a Darkball materialized. It's jagged Jack-o-Lantern mouth stuttered open to show the glowing void within; rather like looking into hell's abyss, Seraph thought, before it rushed her.
She drew Icefire from her back and ducked, allowing the Darkball to spin dangerously past her. Now armed, she faced it, and it hovered a few feet higher as if suddenly regretting its choice.
"C'mon!" Seraph barked, anger and frustration and exhaustion lending to this brief outburst. "Come and kill me if you can!"
The Darkball opened its sharp mouth wider, yellow eyes glowing brightly as it rapidly descended to her. When it was less than two feet from her face, she brought her gunblade up and shot it through that black, black maw.
The Darkball tumbled backwards and faded away into evanescent wisps. Something like a long bright splinter dropped to the ground: a Lucid shard, Seraph noted as she picked it up, thinking of the Mega-Potion she'd be able to make from it if this kept up: but how would a Mega-Potion help her anyway? She was alone.
Seraph trudged up the bleak path, her gunblade across her back and one hand curled limply about the handle by her shoulder; ready as she was to fight again at any given moment. However, her appearance gave testament to her previous battles: there was a purpling blue bruise across her left cheek, like the shadow of a wing, and on her lip was an ugly half-healed cut that had trickled blood down her chin, carelessly wiped away. Though she didn't pause in her steady incline march, she was obviously tired, and there was a thoroughly wearied look in her green eyes. A sort of "leave me alone" look, like a deadened version of the one she had been known to wear in Twilight Town.
Twilight Town ... now there was something to think about. Seraph had already resigned herself to its fate, but the memory of what had happened just the night before last still left a hard feeling in her chest, as if her heart was holding on to something too heavy for it. Twilight Town, destroyed. Swallowed up by the darkness like a candle to a black wind. How had she survived that? One minute, she was bleeding from Shadow-scratches six feet under the ocean waves, choking on salt water and losing consciousness: the next, she was lying on a flat rock surrounded by water rising up.
It was a definite improvement to drowning, at least.
After Seraph had picked herself up, wet and very confused as to her sudden change of location, the Heartless had only given her a minute before appearing again. At least that group had not been the seemingly endless horde that had come to Twilight Town, but the four Wyverns and pair of Darkballs had still given her a beating. And that pattern had continued on and off for most of the day, Heartless attacking her with single-minded intensity, she defending and finally defeating them, then given a little more peace and quiet to try and heal herself and work her way up ... before more had come to challenge her again.
First, Seraph had made do with the store of Potions and Elixers she'd taken from her room in the Workshop as the Town outside panicked, throwing everything she'd made that day into her pockets and grabbing her gunblade before escaping. Somehow the downstairs furnace had been wrecked, and that had set the whole damn place ablaze. She had felt a twinge at that, leaping out her bedroom window and onto the rooftop next door. The apprentice had stopped to look back at her masters' Synthesis Workshop at the end of the street, seeing the windows lit inside by hungry flames. She would miss it, her home. But she hadn't had any more time to dwell on her grief, not with the Shadows pursuing.
But all the little battles she'd gone through in the past twenty-four hours had depleted her stores of restoratves; Seraph had nothing to heal herself with. She had never learnt Cure, never thought she'd need to. How wrong she was about that.
She could make herself more Potions and the like by hand, with a little ingenuity, but first she needed the materials. She was currently saving up the ones the Heartless had been dropping.
Not five feet in front of her, a swirl of black appeared in the air parallel to her eyes and a Darkball materialized. It's jagged Jack-o-Lantern mouth stuttered open to show the glowing void within; rather like looking into hell's abyss, Seraph thought, before it rushed her.
She drew Icefire from her back and ducked, allowing the Darkball to spin dangerously past her. Now armed, she faced it, and it hovered a few feet higher as if suddenly regretting its choice.
"C'mon!" Seraph barked, anger and frustration and exhaustion lending to this brief outburst. "Come and kill me if you can!"
The Darkball opened its sharp mouth wider, yellow eyes glowing brightly as it rapidly descended to her. When it was less than two feet from her face, she brought her gunblade up and shot it through that black, black maw.
The Darkball tumbled backwards and faded away into evanescent wisps. Something like a long bright splinter dropped to the ground: a Lucid shard, Seraph noted as she picked it up, thinking of the Mega-Potion she'd be able to make from it if this kept up: but how would a Mega-Potion help her anyway? She was alone.
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