Three Hundred And Thirty / Side One Hundred And Twenty-Five – Suzuki Haru
Haru scread out her emotions as her Blessing of Sharing Light took on all her buried fears, self-loathing, guilt and bla. It shot out from her like a glowing nova, and those who were not protected by the imprisoning barriers nearby shuddered and fell, spasming as the sensations, mories and feelings she had kept hidden within were forced into their brains. Only one person managed to ride out the storm of her detonating anguish, and that was Hyacinth, who had sohow also escaped being trapped in the spherical barrier prisons.
Tears glittering in her silver-violet eyes, she staggered, but was still pressing forwards. “Poooooor girl. Hyacinth feels for yooou, I do. But compared to what I… dooo not care to rember… well…” she gestured, and vines roared up around her, forming a spiky wall of tentacles. A barrier tried to ensnare her, but with the cloud of flailing thorny limbs, the sphere was unable to form. “…best nooot to dwell on it. Sad tis are ooover now!”
Several tentacles shot out, coiling around the shield of the crazed man who called himself the Judge of Death, and began to squeeze. He looked pained for a second, blinking his eyes, while the severed head he held keened silently, no voice heard as the lips moved soundlessly. “That was quite the fright. That light… it is not the one I wish for.” He knocked his blade-pierced hand against the barrier surrounding him, which rippled as it was slowly compressed.
“I… I may be dead, but I have my pride!” Haru cried again, her eyes turning a brilliant golden-blue, a strange mirror to Hyacinth’s eyes. “You don’t get to judge ! Nor anybody else!” she gestured, and bolts of energy rained down, striking the barrier. Hyacinth tutted as so of her vines were severed, reinforcing them with more, preventing their opponent from moving.
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