[ Splendid! As expected of her powerful Ajax. Blood pumps through her veins as Yoimiya's eyes wickedly sparkle at his skillful attack pattern. One right after the other, he bats away her first arrow like it was nothing, only to turn around and cut down her homing arrows in a magnificent display. Ajax truly is the strongest man she's ever met, perfect in every sense.
Using her bow, she shields herself from his one-handed swing, catching his electro glaive just in the knick of time. With each downward assault, Yoimiya is driven back by the sheer magnitude of his strength. Tartaglia has always been a great deal stronger than her but he's especially tough to deal with as he harnesses the power of his Delusion. She's barely able to meet him blow for blow, the only thing preventing her untimely demise is the glistening bow taking the brunt of his attacks. Even with the makeshift shield, she can feel sparks of electricity surge out with each strike, a stray jolt grazes the side of her face, leaving a small cut on her cheek.
A small stream of blood spills out from the cut but even with the wound, Yoimiya doesn't seem bothered in the slightest. Disturbingly, she simply flashes him a sweet smile while listening to his verbal assault. He's just trying to get a rise of her, she knows this. There's even a small fragment of her heart that breaks upon the oath he swears to his new masters. Normally, she'd be riled up in a blind fury. But there's something about the abyssal powers swirling around inside provides her a strange sense of comfort, a dark voice in her head telling her to focus on taking back what belongs to her.
And she dutifully listens. At first, she doesn't say anything in response to his challenge. But soon enough, a chorus of iniquitous giggles pour out from her lips. ]
Hahahaha.... oh Ajax. Poor sweet Ajax. It's so pitiful to see you in this condition, acting like a mindless attack dog for your pathetic masters when you are leagues above those witches. My heart breaks to see not a shred of pride left in you. But that's okay, I know it's not your fault. For the time being, they just temporarily took you away from me. Yes... they are the ones to blame, hehe. If it wasn't for them, your strong arms would be wrapped around me in a loving embrace...
[ Despite being under intense pressure, she still can't help but admire him. While one hand grips the middle of her bow, the other slips out towards his arm, in a deliberate fashion, she slowly drags the tips of her fingers across those wonderful, muscular biceps she misses so much. While he's occupied with striking her down, Yoimiya uses their close distance to her advantage. In one swoop, she brings up her leg to knee Tartaglia right into his stomach. With that done, she tightens the gap between them even further, her hot breath tickles the shell of his ear as she whispers these words to him: ]
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Using her bow, she shields herself from his one-handed swing, catching his electro glaive just in the knick of time. With each downward assault, Yoimiya is driven back by the sheer magnitude of his strength. Tartaglia has always been a great deal stronger than her but he's especially tough to deal with as he harnesses the power of his Delusion. She's barely able to meet him blow for blow, the only thing preventing her untimely demise is the glistening bow taking the brunt of his attacks. Even with the makeshift shield, she can feel sparks of electricity surge out with each strike, a stray jolt grazes the side of her face, leaving a small cut on her cheek.
A small stream of blood spills out from the cut but even with the wound, Yoimiya doesn't seem bothered in the slightest. Disturbingly, she simply flashes him a sweet smile while listening to his verbal assault. He's just trying to get a rise of her, she knows this. There's even a small fragment of her heart that breaks upon the oath he swears to his new masters. Normally, she'd be riled up in a blind fury. But there's something about the abyssal powers swirling around inside provides her a strange sense of comfort, a dark voice in her head telling her to focus on taking back what belongs to her.
And she dutifully listens. At first, she doesn't say anything in response to his challenge. But soon enough, a chorus of iniquitous giggles pour out from her lips. ]
Hahahaha.... oh Ajax. Poor sweet Ajax. It's so pitiful to see you in this condition, acting like a mindless attack dog for your pathetic masters when you are leagues above those witches. My heart breaks to see not a shred of pride left in you. But that's okay, I know it's not your fault. For the time being, they just temporarily took you away from me. Yes... they are the ones to blame, hehe. If it wasn't for them, your strong arms would be wrapped around me in a loving embrace...
[ Despite being under intense pressure, she still can't help but admire him. While one hand grips the middle of her bow, the other slips out towards his arm, in a deliberate fashion, she slowly drags the tips of her fingers across those wonderful, muscular biceps she misses so much. While he's occupied with striking her down, Yoimiya uses their close distance to her advantage. In one swoop, she brings up her leg to knee Tartaglia right into his stomach. With that done, she tightens the gap between them even further, her hot breath tickles the shell of his ear as she whispers these words to him: ]
You will come back to me, I'll make sure of that.