[ never much cared for the stars. she giggles compulsively as he catches the kanabo—the same abrupt stop as swinging at a brick wall—because yeah, why not? of course he could.
there is no "winning" scenario for her here. not in the traditional sense. the blood's vaporized, and she's easily outmatched with two magicians in the place. more than that, Sprezzatura is a frenzy in the back of her mind, only spurring Svetka's fervor on, but it's like trying to hold a door closed and win a fight at the same time. because that's literally what it is.
she realizes she's actually kind of pissed. ]
Nah. I'm gonna make you do it.
[ scuffs her heel back, kicking up a bolt of lighting that lances straight for the bun of the hour himself. choose, Dream! do it quick! ]
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there is no "winning" scenario for her here. not in the traditional sense. the blood's vaporized, and she's easily outmatched with two magicians in the place. more than that, Sprezzatura is a frenzy in the back of her mind, only spurring Svetka's fervor on, but it's like trying to hold a door closed and win a fight at the same time. because that's literally what it is.
she realizes she's actually kind of pissed. ]
Nah. I'm gonna make you do it.
[ scuffs her heel back, kicking up a bolt of lighting that lances straight for the bun of the hour himself. choose, Dream! do it quick! ]