[ At the light that disrupts her unfurled Shadow tendril, Sakura's eyes widen. It's something like a flashback. Elidibus's piercing blow... like the jeweled sword that her sister had used against her. The memory is now a source of agony for Sakura. In that moment, she thinks she sees it happening all over again. Just when she thinks she has attained power and autonomy and control of her surroundings, a force that is utterly out of her control, utterly opposed to everything she is -- all the outcomes she has prepared or anticipated -- strikes. Misery and rage swell up inside of her at the thought of losing again just like before, as if this is destined to happen.
But, no, Sakura will not go down so easily. Even if that light feels as if it's her mortal enemy right now, the worst possible outcome or adversary, she is not utterly without recourse. Congratulations, Elidibus, you have succeeded at putting the girl on the defensive, however. This time, the tendrils of her shadow reach not for Elidibus directly, but for the mechanical monsters in the vicinity, piercing a couple and infusing them with corruption and shadows, as though they were her Servants. Here and now, they are.
Sakura herself takes a step backwards, hands balled into fists at her chest, disoriented and trying to focus, but meanwhile, the cyborgs, imbued by her darkened Bios (or Umbra, as it were), rush in between herself and this man who is trying to kill? stop? save? defeat her. ]
... tch...
[ She makes a low, disgruntled sound. Her turmoil is evident. Whatever happens, even if she may lose, she will at least buy herself time and go down fighting as much as possible. ]
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But, no, Sakura will not go down so easily. Even if that light feels as if it's her mortal enemy right now, the worst possible outcome or adversary, she is not utterly without recourse. Congratulations, Elidibus, you have succeeded at putting the girl on the defensive, however. This time, the tendrils of her shadow reach not for Elidibus directly, but for the mechanical monsters in the vicinity, piercing a couple and infusing them with corruption and shadows, as though they were her Servants. Here and now, they are.
Sakura herself takes a step backwards, hands balled into fists at her chest, disoriented and trying to focus, but meanwhile, the cyborgs, imbued by her darkened Bios (or Umbra, as it were), rush in between herself and this man who is trying to
kill? stop? save?defeat her. ]... tch...
[ She makes a low, disgruntled sound. Her turmoil is evident. Whatever happens, even if she may lose, she will at least buy herself time and go down fighting as much as possible. ]