[ She draws a steady breath as the hand snaps away form Berkut's kick.
"If we die here, then so be it." She looks at him in disbelief at first... and then frowns. ] Those... aren't the words of a would-be king of this castle. [ So can only guess that this garden, this monstrosity that's before them must truly be something that shakes him. ]
Lord Berkut, draw your weapon. [ A flame ignites within the palm of her hand. He's making it seem like this is a fight that they cannot win-- but she refuses to let him perish in a fruitless battle, at least not all on his own. ] I want you to show me... [ She had traveled with a prince, with an emperor, with a few of their attendants, their weapons, their knights. She had seen their bravery in battle-- although at the time, she had thought their fighting was pointless.
She no longer things it's pointless. ] ...just how the Knights of Rigel fight!
[ The flames within her hand will be exactly as he saw the last time they fought; bright, vibrant, and without a trace of smoke or disturbance from the air around it.
Pyra looks to what remains of the path away from the garden, and then back to the broken mirror. She widens her stance, passing one flame from one palm to the other as she prepares her attack. ] ...Can you do that?
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"If we die here, then so be it." She looks at him in disbelief at first... and then frowns. ] Those... aren't the words of a would-be king of this castle. [ So can only guess that this garden, this monstrosity that's before them must truly be something that shakes him. ]
Lord Berkut, draw your weapon. [ A flame ignites within the palm of her hand. He's making it seem like this is a fight that they cannot win-- but she refuses to let him perish in a fruitless battle, at least not all on his own. ] I want you to show me... [ She had traveled with a prince, with an emperor, with a few of their attendants, their weapons, their knights. She had seen their bravery in battle-- although at the time, she had thought their fighting was pointless.
She no longer things it's pointless. ] ...just how the Knights of Rigel fight!
[ The flames within her hand will be exactly as he saw the last time they fought; bright, vibrant, and without a trace of smoke or disturbance from the air around it.
Pyra looks to what remains of the path away from the garden, and then back to the broken mirror. She widens her stance, passing one flame from one palm to the other as she prepares her attack. ] ...Can you do that?
[ . . . ] If you do, I'll lend you my power.