[ Finally, she scores a hit, but at this rate her magic's already wearing thin and to be quite frank the muscles in her legs feel like jello, but she can't allow herself to cast doubt, as that is the seed of defeat. It takes Shanoa but a moment to close the distance yet again, hands shimmering with crackling purple electricity when Soma whips out what damn well could've been Excalibur. Needless to say, it's enough to stop her dead in her tracks.
How the heck was Dracula capable of holding a blade that shone with such an obviously Holy light? And furthermore, where did he even get the thing? Well. One fact is for certain: she doesn't particularly wish to chance dodging a stroke from such a monstrous blade, nor does she have the strength or mental capacity to generate a weapon capable of matching its calibur - which, coupled with her confusion, urges the former executioner of Ecclesia to stand down. For now. ]
My time is essential. It would behoove you to explain. Quickly.
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How the heck was Dracula capable of holding a blade that shone with such an obviously Holy light? And furthermore, where did he even get the thing? Well. One fact is for certain: she doesn't particularly wish to chance dodging a stroke from such a monstrous blade, nor does she have the strength or mental capacity to generate a weapon capable of matching its calibur - which, coupled with her confusion, urges the former executioner of Ecclesia to stand down. For now. ]
My time is essential. It would behoove you to explain. Quickly.