Lucy's eyes blink open, and then six more open on her forehead and cheeks, pale purple-white irises fixed on the woman standing below her.
It sounds like Musashi. It calls itself Musashi. Its face looks like Musashi. But it's not. The way she stands is different, her clothes are too different, the cadence of her voice is different. She calls herself Tenma, the name Musashi had given her to Saber self, her divergent path.
Where Lucy might feel fear or worry, this corrupted self just burns with fury.
Another thing she couldn't stop. Another thing she couldn't control. No matter-- she will peel this imposter apart until she finds the core of her Musashi, she will encase her tightly so she can't leave, she'll-- she'll do something. But first, she'll do this:
Her eyes flare, and with that silent signal, Fractured start stumbling down the street beneath her web. Their eyes glowing the same shade as Lucy's Bios, cracks in their armor lined with that neon purple, the edges of their weapons shining bright, as they swarm toward Tenma, mouths open in awful howls.
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It sounds like Musashi. It calls itself Musashi. Its face looks like Musashi. But it's not. The way she stands is different, her clothes are too different, the cadence of her voice is different. She calls herself Tenma, the name Musashi had given her to Saber self, her divergent path.
Where Lucy might feel fear or worry, this corrupted self just burns with fury.
Another thing she couldn't stop. Another thing she couldn't control. No matter-- she will peel this imposter apart until she finds the core of her Musashi, she will encase her tightly so she can't leave, she'll-- she'll do something. But first, she'll do this:
Her eyes flare, and with that silent signal, Fractured start stumbling down the street beneath her web. Their eyes glowing the same shade as Lucy's Bios, cracks in their armor lined with that neon purple, the edges of their weapons shining bright, as they swarm toward Tenma, mouths open in awful howls.