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Fighting the forces of Hel was never really something one could just get used to. To be frank it was tiring! All these foes were dead, they didn’t need to worry about pain or getting tired like they did. And she was getting tired. Yato was getting heavy, her movements were getting sluggish, and she was starting to get too thick into the fight. 

She had her friends behind her, of course, but, well, that was the thing: behind her. She was outpacing them, of course she was. Ever eager to prove herself and pull her weight and keep them safe, no matter how little she was familiar with her allies. Hubris? Some would call it that. Naivety? Perhaps a bit of that, too.

There was a cry from the back ranks. A scout had spotted the generals of Hel’s army making their way to the frontlines. She wasn’t going to hold against that, not without-

She stabbed the foe in front of her and finished them off, and brushed back her hair, “Alright, you can do this, Corrin.” She had to quickly raise her blade to intercept a blow, but the haphazard defense let it graze her shoulder. Cut them down, deep breath, get a grip. “You got this, it’ll be okay, you can- you can do this it’s- oh I should stop blathering to myself!”