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(via painethewarrior)
“Aanh!” Rosso cried, jumping backwards, a little weak in her right leg from the force of the blow. This was perhaps where Gabranth had made an early mistake; it was not wise to rile Rosso in combat. An angry Rosso was a deadly Rosso. She met his charge head-on, placing her weight on her left leg just momentarily to allow herself time to recover. Not that she needed it; adrenaline was very quickly masking the pain. Gabranth was quick for a man in armour but Rosso was just as fast.
He gave a quick strike with Highway Star, aimed forcefully at her chest, before taking several quick steps back. She was distracted now, so he could now hopefully execute an attack that would hopefully harm her. He released several smooth strikes, letting his arms move quickly but fluidly. The steel was nowhere near her skin at any point, but bursts of magick flew out of the swords, headed right for the woman in front of him.
Ranged attacks? Two could play at that game, and Rosso was frustrated enough to risk ricochets in such a small space. It was difficult to raise her swords into the right position and several magicks grazed her severely. Her blood boiled. She raised her arm straight in front of her and fired her gun. The bullets sprayed around in Gabranth’s general direction.
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Rosso smirks, recognising one of those around her. “I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with ‘c’…or perhaps a ‘h’ for ‘harlequin?” Rosso murmurs to herself.
Moving through the crowd, Kefka naturally stood out, his garments setting himself apart from the peasants. He sniffed the air, enjoying his dazed wandering, and a smile came to his lips. Blood, and intoxicating charm. There was only one woman that could be… Turning he grinned at Rosso, flashing his canines. “Well if it isn’t little miss murder.” He purred.
Rosso walked forward a few paces, her sneer widening slightly at being recognised. “It’s been too long.” Rosso drawled. It had been even longer since she’d had a partner for the kill…
Kefka smiled, lifting a man who crossed their paths bodily and throwing him to his side, into a street-vendor. The man cursed but Kefka paid no heed. “Oh, indeed. Here I was beginning to think that I was the only one of sound mind left in this little world.”
“Please.” Rosso replied, turning her face to watch the man as he stumbled away. “If you think it is sanity I possess, then perhaps you know me less well than I’d hoped.” Her fingers twitched slightly; the sight of even a little chaos was enough to make her thirst for mischief these days. Recently her killings had been uncreative and sparse due to her travels. She felt unsatisfied.
