[ The light of the energy of his attack cracks against the crystal upon her chest. It sends an impulse of energy throughout the church, shaking the windows and moving the pews to the side, her hair tossing about slowly yet wildly for that one second--
And then she's slammed off and away from him, falling onto her back and knocking her head against the floor. He is correct in his assumption that she will be fine, but the attack had come so unexpected to her that her mind is more reeling from the shock that he dared than the pain itself. It seems that her prediction, her assumption that he had given up... was wrong.
Why was it wrong? What did she get wrong here? She thought he was done, she thought she had heard it in his tone, see it in his eyes, that defeated look.
Pyra carefully lifts her head, propping herself up upon elbows as she looks at him still sitting upon the pew, eyes narrowed. Her chest is singed, the tight fabric of her shirt frayed, open, from the impact, exposing the damage beneath... and revealing that the crystal that could so easily pose as simply decoration upon her outfit is actually part of her skin. Skin that seems burned, but beneath the top most layer glows with an internal, viscous energy. ] ...You.
[ Although there's a threatening tension in the single word, she suddenly seems... confused. ]
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And then she's slammed off and away from him, falling onto her back and knocking her head against the floor. He is correct in his assumption that she will be fine, but the attack had come so unexpected to her that her mind is more reeling from the shock that he dared than the pain itself. It seems that her prediction, her assumption that he had given up... was wrong.
Why was it wrong? What did she get wrong here? She thought he was done, she thought she had heard it in his tone, see it in his eyes, that defeated look.
Pyra carefully lifts her head, propping herself up upon elbows as she looks at him still sitting upon the pew, eyes narrowed. Her chest is singed, the tight fabric of her shirt frayed, open, from the impact, exposing the damage beneath... and revealing that the crystal that could so easily pose as simply decoration upon her outfit is actually part of her skin. Skin that seems burned, but beneath the top most layer glows with an internal, viscous energy. ] ...You.
[ Although there's a threatening tension in the single word, she suddenly seems... confused. ]