♕ ♕SILENT / ACTION STARTERS|| accepting || @messariah
her panting breaths, so indecorous when that frenetic and deep, was a true shame to let out - especially now, when in front of so many other members of the squad. not that they weren’t used to it, but simply put it, it was something that would have normally gone against her character. the valedictorian and professional fencer had charged that violently foes and Shadows lots of times, but this one was a particularly agile one. quick in movements as she hadn’t seen in a long time, the Lustful Snake’s mental attacks towards S.E.E.S. were to be avoided to all costs. still, it was almost over.
the beast’s head did hang loosely and it had finally resorted to slower attacks, to everyone’s surprise. the party Mitsuru was part of, was primarily element-based, but it was a stroke of luck that, coincidentally, ice was that Shadow’s weakness, too. ever since she had understood it, Mitsuru had given her best - under her Leader’s strict instructions. after all, only they could have exploited that weak side of the enemy with so much simplicity ! surely enough, they would have all headed towards the exit after this one fight, they needed to keep focused on the goal.
the air was still frigid, as the last ice spells did hit the target with their usual, relentless fury. a violence no one was expecting, when shards of wet ice flew around the present ones, that covered their faces by instinct. a moment later, the Shadow was down, melting into a black, disgusting pond on the floor, while her Penthesilea, floating slowly in mid-air, spectacular as ever, faded away as she had arrived. still, the cold atmosphere ( that make her feel quite proud, proving it was her Potential which caused it ) lingered above everyone’s head. she turned happily to face her Leader who, in return, smiled back at her with a thumb up in approval. a silent way of supporting her, but still accepted and something to be grateful for.
her pale right hand let her Evoker fall delicately into its rightful holster on her white belt and then lifted up, to flip Mitsuru’s red man and curls in a elegant manner, as she moved forward, the Shadow now a memory to be forgotten with a good night of sleep.
