[ The question -- who will protect you -- seems to invoke something of a bluescreen in Lucy, bringing her up short and making her pause. Her hands still. It's clear she didn't consider this as something important.
After a long moment, she snarls, head jerking to the side like she's freeing herself from a troublesome thought. ]
He cannot be stopped. I can only protect.
[ With that, her hands shoot out, techno-web launching forward, intending to ensare. ]
no subject
After a long moment, she snarls, head jerking to the side like she's freeing herself from a troublesome thought. ]
He cannot be stopped. I can only protect.
[ With that, her hands shoot out, techno-web launching forward, intending to ensare. ]