[ With the ear-splitting screech of glass on glass, Lune's sword collides with the Night Terror's weapon - she blocked, if only at the last second and the crowd oohs and aahs in approval. Which, of course, she meets with a wink. ]
Don't give up on me yet, okay?
[ For a few moments they continue to clash, meeting each other's blows with equal force... at least until the rest of the party catches up. The sparkle and glare of Yorishiro's stars drag her eyes up with the anticipation of an attack and that moment of distraction is enough for Soleil's whip to catch the Idol's Sandglass and yank it up and out of position. She has exactly enough time to take in a sharp gasp of surprise -
before Lune's sword, its edge sharpened by Flyhigh's magic, strikes a clean blow across her torso.
She doesn't even have time to scream. A spray of black, iridescent sand sprays from the wound and the Night Terror drops like a puppet with its strings cut.
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Don't give up on me yet, okay?
[ For a few moments they continue to clash, meeting each other's blows with equal force... at least until the rest of the party catches up. The sparkle and glare of Yorishiro's stars drag her eyes up with the anticipation of an attack and that moment of distraction is enough for Soleil's whip to catch the Idol's Sandglass and yank it up and out of position. She has exactly enough time to take in a sharp gasp of surprise -
before Lune's sword, its edge sharpened by Flyhigh's magic, strikes a clean blow across her torso.
She doesn't even have time to scream. A spray of black, iridescent sand sprays from the wound and the Night Terror drops like a puppet with its strings cut.
Suddenly, everything is very, very quiet. ]