quoting: "gio youre not replying to anything" whateverrr from Edgar @ultimateutopia
👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound. [OPEEEN]
Nothing like a good assassination attempt to remind, or teach, everyone that she's been trained to be a weapon in more than one way, and even without magic she can easily take the enemy. Until Edgar is at risk. She uses her body like a shield, quick and efficient, and she's still very much ready to die, and sees Sabin hesitate near the castle door. "Didn't get me!" Terra yells, not even sure of how she sounds so convincing, and knocks out the guy with a punch. Sabin buys it, thumbs up, and runs after the invaders with enthusiasm, and Terra and Edgar can take care of the few remaining soldiers.
Her hand presses against her side, and she takes a deep breath before looking down, fingers crimson and blood dripping on her leg, on the floor, her new, pretty, pink shirt ruined. Then she turns to look at Edgar, always a ray of light even if the world is a bit fuzzy. He's never fuzzy, he's always so solid and so there. Even when she's too embarrassed to look at him. "Sorry," she only says, smiling tiredly.












