[She is a literal streak of light in the darkness -- colliding with the ground at the most inhospitable of times. It's been about an hour since the evening sirens and the monsters are slithering about all over the place, and as the dust from the impact clears, a broken, stammered groan draws a small cluster of them near to investigate.
The twisted, panting form of a young lady is splayed out in the center of a small crater.
She's down, but she isn't out.
When the unwelcome interlopers come growling and sniffing around, a flash of magic summons a wicked chain of lightning from an ejected weapon, splitting the air with a roar of thunder. Predictably, the beasts who are not torn asunder by the spell scatter in alarm to lick their wounds in the shadows.
It's all the time she needs to engulf herself with a sweeping healing spell and stagger to her feet, holding her head to steady herself.
FEBRUARY 26th ; EARLY EVENING
The twisted, panting form of a young lady is splayed out in the center of a small crater.
She's down, but she isn't out.
When the unwelcome interlopers come growling and sniffing around, a flash of magic summons a wicked chain of lightning from an ejected weapon, splitting the air with a roar of thunder. Predictably, the beasts who are not torn asunder by the spell scatter in alarm to lick their wounds in the shadows.
It's all the time she needs to engulf herself with a sweeping healing spell and stagger to her feet, holding her head to steady herself.
Could it be ... ?
Those aren't Heartless ...!]