[ riza is speaking, but alisaie cannot hear her - her soft, soothing tones to her ears are twisted groans and breathless, horrible whispers, the rattling of the dead.
she does not have the wherewithal to completely understand that it's somewhat silly that a monster would be here, in this moment, all that registers to her fever addled mind is enemy, and must protect herself, and riza, and their shared home.
for it is not riza she sees, but a twisted, horrifying ashkin, its many faces contorted in agony and terror, its gnarled hands reaching, clawing, threatening.
her head is spinning, which is the only reason she misses when she strikes without warning, thrusting the deadly sharp tip of her rapier into the soft just beside riza's neck. with a frustrated cry she yanks it free and raises it to strike again. ]
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she does not have the wherewithal to completely understand that it's somewhat silly that a monster would be here, in this moment, all that registers to her fever addled mind is enemy, and must protect herself, and riza, and their shared home.
for it is not riza she sees, but a twisted, horrifying ashkin, its many faces contorted in agony and terror, its gnarled hands reaching, clawing, threatening.
her head is spinning, which is the only reason she misses when she strikes without warning, thrusting the deadly sharp tip of her rapier into the soft just beside riza's neck. with a frustrated cry she yanks it free and raises it to strike again. ]
Leave this place.. !