[One Reaver falls away from the others in the horde, its body twisting for an instant--as if being crushed.
Then it exploded into so much fine, red mist. Its fellows didn't seem to notice, or care.
What they did notice was being plowed into by something deceptively small, red and moving far, far too fast. The first Reaver was crushed--the second in line, partially so. The others being shoved (five, to be exact) remained mostly intact--until they hit a wall. The brick cracks and craters with the force, and the Reavers quite resemble an accordion, smashing into it. But with more blood, tearing flesh and splintering bone.
A pair of prismatic wings rises up over the mess; the crystals visibly redder in color. Flandre floats up overhead, and drifts over almost nonchalantly. That smile of hers doesn't look any more sane than when Cube saw her last.]
Cube~ I found you.
[There was another human--a proper one, not one of these ravening things--but Flandre paid him little mind. At this moment, Shinjiro's presence was merely an inconsequential detail.]
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Then it exploded into so much fine, red mist. Its fellows didn't seem to notice, or care.
What they did notice was being plowed into by something deceptively small, red and moving far, far too fast. The first Reaver was crushed--the second in line, partially so. The others being shoved (five, to be exact) remained mostly intact--until they hit a wall. The brick cracks and craters with the force, and the Reavers quite resemble an accordion, smashing into it. But with more blood, tearing flesh and splintering bone.
A pair of prismatic wings rises up over the mess; the crystals visibly redder in color. Flandre floats up overhead, and drifts over almost nonchalantly. That smile of hers doesn't look any more sane than when Cube saw her last.]
Cube~ I found you.
[There was another human--a proper one, not one of these ravening things--but Flandre paid him little mind. At this moment, Shinjiro's presence was merely an inconsequential detail.]