@azotas said: “I am being perfectly fucking civil.”
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“Excuse me?!” She shouted. “In what world is threatening an entire village civil?!”
Eleanor stiffened. How could any human be so cruel? There was a shiver that went up her spine when she remembered what had happened to her village as a child. She felt herself shake in fear, but then grasped her spear tightly. No, she thought. She wasn’t going to be a coward this time and hide. But she wasn’t going to be a brute and kill this masked teenager. She stood in place, but her balance was forward, ready to fight if need be. She simply spoke.
“These people are innocent! Don’t you think they deserve their lives, like you deserve yours?”
Eleanor appeared furious with the replica. His lack of concern for the world around him was making her feel an empty void in her core, which accompanied a burning flame in her heart. Those horrible flames burned in her chest and tears arose acutely in her eyes. The horrible memories! She cringed. I can’t let tragedy happen like that again. Not this time, not ever.
She began to tremble. Her courage began to strengthen. Her reason began to fade. She all of a sudden went into a combative stance, pointing a large spear toward Sync and made a mad, emotionally-clouded dash toward him. Eleanor did not care if that was easily dodged. She needed to protect this village at all costs.
