Voices, like echoes from the past, started to flash across the void within her vision. Yet like a jungle, the chirping from birds is but one sound across the pletora of distorted noises that engulfed her. As if a crowd had her surrounded and begun to scream and shout all the same at her with no beginning or end.
"Just stay out of my fucking way,"
Yugam?
"No-not there, please—"
We died...
"No, no, nononooo!!!"
It felt strange: to be dead, yet still concious. As if she were floating across an emptiness not so different to the one that hollows her chest from inside out. The voices had turned painful, a headache made out of internalized memories that struggled to surface. She wanted to scream, yet no one hear it, not even herself. Her jaw didn't hurt and her throat didn't sore out.
She 'felt' like she was screaming, but only now she realized how disembodied she is. Even panic felt like a concept far beyond mental stress.
I wanna get out— Please.
An imagery came to her mind, the blurs not enough to keep it's vivid imagery, nor it's voice from silencing all the others, an unholy screech brought for phantom pains she shouldn't even be able of experiencing, all around her 'neck', the one that didn't exist either.
Ṭ̷̨̼̯̀h̸̨̧͕̥̅̉͒ȉ̷̢̳̟̪̰͙ṡ̵̝̭̀ ̶̢̦̜̭̆į̴͚̣̙͕̊̊s̷̯̹͖͓̎͒͑̚ ̷̺̮͈̙̽̆̈̐̅͝n̶̺͖̅͐o̶͙̝̟̖̮̕ṯ̴̲̖͇͖͖̼͆̒ ̸͍̰̰́̔͂́͋̈́͠t̸̖̩͌́̉͜͜h̸̬̥̗̰̹̎̉̃̕͠͠͝e̵̫͆̈́̎̓͝ ̶̨̪̮̩̱̌̅͗̊̔͘e̵̼̹̮͈̰͛̇̈́͜͝ͅn̸̟̑̂̚d̴̢͓̠̙͓̈́
A cold breeze brought her back to the world of the living. The smell of lavender, the taste of blood on her throat. All of them combined to confirm her existence. In that split of a second, she lived like she died: with one gasp.
Gray-hued eyes opened, her body revolting as soon as the everwhite branches extending right above her made her heart sink in fear to roll over to the side and crawl backwards, with familiar difficulty as the steel-clad knightess soon realized her armor was back. Full of dents, missing a shoulderplate and the chainmail underneath it having seen better days, as if she's gone to war and recently came back.
"Fuck!" Fiora grasped her head for a second, muffled cries between gritted teeth as memories begun to flood her mind once again. The pain around her throat... Why did it felt like her whole head didn't belong here? This is her body, isn't it?
Inexplicable sensations had to be put aside. Fiora didn't know if cry, jump in joy, or wrath all alike. Not like she could, these feelings simply pushed aside as the woman crawled towards the fallen group. Despite the lack of clothing on Moonsong (should she even be surprised about it at this point?), or how her last embers of concern were on her peer Luthien, her right hand wrapped instead on Yugam's ankle, who looked worse for wear in comparison, and begun to pull. Her limbs failed, despite how she easily dragged him backwards between groans.
Notice
WARNING: Low EP may severely impact combat capacities.
Ignoring it for the moment, Fiora balled her hand into a fist, and prompted it down against Yugam's chest once. Twice. But her strength was a wind's whisper compared to what should be a flame's roar.
"Yu- Yu wake up. Hey do you hear me? YUGAM!" Maddened, she shifted from punching to pulling from the collar of his shirt instead. Just so much as a few movements had wasted away what stamina's left, and her armor, or what remains of it, felt heavier than usual...
@Yugam
