Tenma is too quick for Lucy to avoid, but as her webs are slashed, she flips to cling to the side of a tall building, hanging sideways as she stares down at her attacker. More Fractured are pouring into the street, but she thinks, now, that they won't be a match for this imposter. She could funnel as many as she wants towards the imposter and they'll be cut through like nothing, like a hot knife through butter, like a scythe through tall wheat.
Fine. She needs to be the one to crack this imposter's varnish and dig into the real Musashi beneath.
Lucy leaps, and lands with a heavy thump on the street, half-reared, front legs held menacingly in the air. For the moment, the thought of Adam Smasher isn't forefront in her mind, only the imposter in front of her. It's a strange relief, and yet, somehow even more infuriating. To see this stranger with a face she feels so fond of--
"Bring her back," Lucy demands, voice sibilant, echoing in eight parts. She doesn't wait for Tenma to make the first move; her hands whip forward, monofilament wires firing from her wrists to aim for Tenma's sword.
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Fine. She needs to be the one to crack this imposter's varnish and dig into the real Musashi beneath.
Lucy leaps, and lands with a heavy thump on the street, half-reared, front legs held menacingly in the air. For the moment, the thought of Adam Smasher isn't forefront in her mind, only the imposter in front of her. It's a strange relief, and yet, somehow even more infuriating. To see this stranger with a face she feels so fond of--
"Bring her back," Lucy demands, voice sibilant, echoing in eight parts. She doesn't wait for Tenma to make the first move; her hands whip forward, monofilament wires firing from her wrists to aim for Tenma's sword.