#battler 03

Her knives were getting a bit dull. She probably shouldn’t be using them on these creatures. It was so easy to just kill them with her hands, but her knifes were always in hand, just in case a stray spectre got close. A knife in the belt was a good way to have it find it’s way into your bad.

As she made her way across the city, she found she hadn’t seen many friendly faces. The girl had, of course, had no intention to hide. Why would she when she was fully capable of taking out the thread? So far she’d been spared the sight of anyone familiar. Well, until know.

“Mister Battler! Are you alright? Hold on, I have some medical supplies!” She followed the familiar red hair. Was he bleeding? Those bites looked nasty! It was only when she got close did she realize he was... Well. “Oh Twin Goddess, you’re naked!”

Oh sweetie...

 @ingoldentent

“PHew, that should be the last of them for a while.” Ratatosk sighed while stretching his arms out. Thank Origin these costumes had a self-repair feature or he’d be in trouble. Helping people out with this whole power of love thing wasn’t easy in the first place and his stomach was starting to growl in response. Looking around, he saw a place that seemed to be semi-crowded despite those creatures toddling around and quickly went over to it. Realizing that his other clothes has his wallet, he ended up having to disperse his transformation.

Walking inside the restaurant, he couldn’t help but to notice that some humans were looking at him weirdly like he was going to do something and raised one eyebrow. What, did they think he was one of the Dark Side ones?