#bloominghexler

“Si-sister...? You’re... You’re well versed in this. How do you heal someone... h-how do you fix someone when you break them by... by-by-” And his face is red again. 

“S-Subaki, you s-s-seem upset…d-do you n-need something?”

"He did--?! Yes!!"

@bloominghexler

The rest of the world was lost in a haze of red, with the sound of his pulse surging in his ears spurring him ever-forward, despite the panicked cries of his beloved summoner. He broke the lines of their careful formation, striking his wyvern repeatedly with his Elysian Flail to make it move faster. There was only one of those Emblian scoundrels left -- an archer on horseback. It would be helpless against his savage attack if he moved fast enough.

“Forward, Chetak!” he screamed, clutching the cursed lance tightly in a white-knuckle grip. “A FEAST AWAITS US!” Fearing another strike from its master, the massive beast took to the skies, towards the retreating marksman. 

The first strike landed with a satisfying crunch, piercing most of the soldier’s armor, and Valter was rewarded with a pained scream and a lovely cascade of red. However, he had misjudged the speed and durability of the little wretch -- when he swung for a second strike, the archer ducked out of his reach and scrambled far enough for a clear shot. 

Valter bit back a hiss as the arrow flew true and sunk into his shoulder with enough force to send him toppling to the ground. He heard the sickening crunch before he really felt it. Ah, apparently he’d broken his right arm. Good thing he was ambidextrous. Without thinking to check himself for any other injuries, he was back to his feet in an instant. 

The Emblian’s horse reared with fright as the man grabbed the marksman and threw him to the ground below him, running away soon after. “Want to get away?! HA!” he cackled as he drove the lance into the struggling man’s chest. And again, and again. He carried on for several minutes, even after the man’s body had long gone limp under him, not caring as warm splashes of gore coated his face and arms. 

“I-It’s…o-o-okay….th-th-this wh-whole si-situation…i-it’s hu-hurting me t-t-too, if I w-were to be h-honest…”

She looks at the smaller Princess, having not anticipated that, then leans down to the little Pink-haired Priestess’ and pulls her into a hug. One hand resting atop her head while the other gently squeezes around her shoulders.