Description: Walking home one evening, Stasya comes across the Crow Girl of Seijyun. Instantly drawn by the sense of psionic energy in the air, Stasya asks Miu about her experiences with her psychic power-- and then asks to see it in action.
There's something to the coming winter weather that the likes of Miu Kurosaki can't quite put her finger on, but ... she likes it. Maybe it's the chill, the calm confines of the cold-- maybe she just likes to have an excuse to keep hidden within her bed to soak up the warmth of a good, heavy blanket. Winter is coming, yes... but it isn't quite here just yet. And for that much, the urban legend of Seijyun High finds herself in the middle of the wooded park at the school's edge, sporting a light, albeit warm jacket with her usual student attire.
Hands on her knees and squatted down to the ground, Miu's attention is set on the crows that sit in front of her-- while more are gathered behind her, to her sides... Indeed, she is completely surrounded by birds, birds that Hakuya once observed aren't normally a 'social' bird, all gathered around the short girl with purple eyes.
What she's doing there, no one could say.
It's hard to say what Stasya herself is doing lingering out here, on her walk home from school. Though she's used to cold temperatures by now-- living several years in Russia means you pretty much have to get used to being freezing-- she's not really the sort to seek to extend her walks when the weather gets cold. She's more the sort to rush home and huddle in blankets, herself.
But for whatever reason, she's not rushing to get home this afternoon. Perhaps it's because of the schoolwork that inevitably must be done once she gets there. Perhaps it's curiosity as to this newest city she's found herself in. Perhaps it's just that she isn't eager to brave more crowded locales quite yet, not fully in control of her psychic ability as she is, and already sporting a minor headache.
Perhaps it's the girl staring fixedly at the crows that's caught her attention.
Stasya pauses, looking rather obviously at Miu with some perplexity. Normally she wouldn't give more than a few seconds' worth of a glance even for such a strange sight as this-- but there's something she can sense about Miu, and whatever it is it's bothering her. She bites her lip briefly, and then-- instead of continuing on-- she actually changes course, though she has no idea how she might articulate anything she's feeling.
There's something to be said about the silence, the solitude-- and trying to better get a grasp of the power that can't fully be understood. Only once has she heard it titled what it is by those "in the know," and even then her memories are blurry. That strange woman, Luise, likewise seemed to make a deal out of her abilities. Such a fuss... over something the purple-eyed student barely understands.
Her head lifts a bit, a slight cock and cant to turn her attention toward the approaching Russian. While this would be enough in itself, the crows likewise stop-- and turn to face the newcomer.
The ground shifts and rustles underneath the short girl as she draws back up to her full height-- diminutive as it is-- and fixes her jacket a bit. Her lips part only slightly, expression in a state of mild confusion-- mild, but with no ill intent. But the air...
The air, it has an ambient energy that Stasya may be able relate to, rising only a bit only now that she's noticed the stranger. The crows blast up from the ground and fly away, scattering every direction around Seijyun's crow girl-- and pressing on beyond the trees, to leave the two alone.
"Can I help you?"
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Stasya is chiding herself for being so reckless as to just walk up to random people who appear to be perfectly comfortable talking to-- or perhaps just communing with-- crows, of all things. Her trepidation only increases when the crows actually mimic Miu's movements, curiously turning to face her as if prompted by Miu's sudden distraction. Stasya knows crows are intelligent, certainly-- but this is beyond intelligence into the realm of creepy.
But still-- she has to ask. Marisol's words to her had alerted her that she was not the only one with this strange, not-chi power. And Miu is the first person she has met whose aura feels the way her own psi feels. "I... am not really knowing." Her halting, Russian-accented Japanese is evidence enough that she's one of the many foreigners that's flocked to Southtown. Her grasp on her messenger bag shifts, fingers shutting about the strap a little more securely.
"But I must ask. There is something I feel about you." She pauses, as if wondering how to phrase things, before she asks simply, "It is not chi. Do you know what it is called?" That's as good a start as any.
There's a reasonable amount of doubt and worry in Miu's mind as Stasya approaches-- generally, when someone comes to talk to her in the middle of the park, it isn't for any good purposes. Hakuya was a pleasant exception, the times she met and had to fight Marisol... well, that's another story entirely. Their common link failed to mention the small Kurosaki by name, and it was likely accidental-- not that it's a major problem, not that she has cause to worry about it.
Oh, asking about 'that'. Miu lowers her gaze a little bit, expression barely shifting, but the impression given is that she is somewhat nonplussed, her purple-color eyes lidding halfway. "I'm not really sure what it's called. But... it does have a name."
The energy rises more-- and then focuses through the smaller Seijyun girl's fingers as her hand lifts in front of her, a single long black feather bleeding out of two fingertips. Fully formed, she clutches it between thumb and forefinger, her personal style of manifestation made apparent. And with a flick of her wrist, the feather flutters as a real one would, bending and weaving on the breeze before hitting the ground at Stasya's feet, dispersing in a mild glow of dim, bluish light.
"I'm guessing that you can use it, too."
There's no small amount of doubt and worry in Stasya's own mind. But this time, it seems, neither girl has any bad intentions-- their fears will go unfounded. In fact, this encounter could serve to be good for Stasya-- at least, in the sense of self-discovery. It's relief enough, in her eyes, to have found someone else who is like her-- who doesn't just look blank when asked about chi-like energy that nonetheless... isn't chi.
Involuntarily, the girl steps forward as Miu's energy rises... and then manifests in that delicate form. She doesn't bother to hide the wonderment in her grey eyes; it's the first time she's seen anybody but her manifest psi energy in person, much less psi so soft: even if that impression is deceptive. Her gaze follows the feather as it drifts to the ground, and while her eyes are hidden by her lashes there's a bit of envy in them. Her own psi is nowhere near as pretty as that, as benign in appearance. It's all edges, all harsh points. Part of why she was afraid of her ability for so long was because her psi never looked like it was meant to do anything but hurt.
"You don't know either." There is a hint of disappointment in her voice-- but it soon erases, Stasya forcing herself to look on the bright side of this discovery. "But whatever it is... yes. I am using it as well. What do you know about it? Are there many others who also use it? You are the first I met face to face..." Full of questions, isn't she. There is a pause, before she remembers herself and adds, coloring slightly at the oversight, "--my name is Stasya."
But the soft form of feathers is very deceptive. Soft, but strong when she needs them to be-- devistating weapons when the time comes. Still, she shares the look of disappointment. She had questions, and a great deal of them... and the only one that seemed willing to talk about it was that strange foreigner, that butterfly woman. "I wish I could say a lot... Different people use it in different strengths. I've known ... only a few others that use it better than I do. It seems almost like it comes from inside." Her gaze again trails downward, as if the toes of her black and blue shoes would grant her the perfect answer. "It sounds weird, I realize."
Brushing back the ponytail set at the side of her head over her shoulder, the small girl folds her hands in front of herself and bows at a polite level. "Miu."
"If it helps, I've never recieved any actual intruction... only pointers from a friend. It has been somewhat graceless, but I've stumbled this far with intuition, and gotten a better understanding of some of my power," she says, nodding slightly. The few lessons Kasumi had given her are well-remembered, though the Kurosaki girl does still tend to do things... in a manner all her own. "Do you understand?" she asks, a little bit of hope locked away in her eyes.
Stasya isn't yet aware of the world of disappointment that awaits her in trying to get answers about her psychic ability. But she can guess, from Miu's demeanor, that the crow girl hasn't had much success herself in learning about this power-- and not really for lack of trying. Briefly, she seems a bit deterred: but the emotion is quick to pass. This girl has met other people who use this ability. There are things she can yet learn from her.
Does she understand? Of course. She's in pretty much the same situation as Miu, after all.
"Yes. I have had to learn this power myself also." Stasya nods in quiet emphasis of this, her blonde hair slipping across a shoulder. She's remembering how hard it was, in the first few stages, to learn to control it. "It is not like chi. Chi is coming from the outside, from external energy-- but this, it is as you said. It is internal."
She is quiet a moment, considering Miu-- and then she says, "I am curious to see how you are using it."
Yet with the little she's learned from others, it's true. Miu's harnessed her abilities a great deal, becoming stronger than before. The strength of her powers are more than even she had first thought, more than she had planned on or more than anyone could have anticipated. Letting it all sink in, Miu's head trails up and down in a slow nod, the stern expression she wears something more old and wisened than it should for someone barely qualifying for high school studies.
Reaching into the pocket of her sturdy jacket, Miu pulls out a pair of what look like the archery thimbles used by members of the Seijyun Girls Academy kyuudo team, the colors closer to her own tastes-- black hands, the protection provided to the first two fingers and thumb stained maroon in a manner matching her skirt. "I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about you, too..."
Pulled on, tightened with a working of fingers, and the straps at the wrist pulled closed, her hands draw up to about the height of her shoulders-- and snap out hard to either side. The ambient psychic energy -surges-, the power much greater than what should be allowed in such a small form. A burst of black and white feathers erupts from either hand, the scattering manifestations of power fluttering harmlessly on the breeze.
"I'll... try to be careful."
COMBATSYS: Miu has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Stasya has joined the fight here.
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Miu 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Stasya
Stasya shrugs off her messenger bag, laying the heavy thing off to one side. Her grey eyes watch Miu carefully, taking in the sternness of that expression. Briefly, those heavily-lashed eyes half-shutter, and Stasya's other sight strengthens and unfolds. It can see that sternness mirrored in Miu's nature, the girl's emotional signature evincing a maturity beyond her years. It then-- out of a strange sort of consideration for another psion-- withdraws.
Besides, that sudden surge of energy draws her attention away from those quieter, more subdued traces of feeling she can detect. Her senses veritably blink at the abrupt flash of power. Nonetheless, she seems undeterred. She steps forward, lightly, away from her possessions heaped on the ground.
"Do not hold back," she prompts Miu, her head lifting in a subdued sort of pride. "I am curious how you are using it-- not how you are restraining it." And that said, the girl bolts forwards, her own psi energy making itself abruptly and abundantly clear in a sudden spill of red light down her arm. A bladed form unsheathes, the edged length swiping towards Miu with a hiss of energy.
COMBATSYS: Miu blocks Stasya's Halteclere.
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Miu 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Stasya
Don't hold back.
Though no words cross her lips, the black-haired girl gives only a small nod as her arms return to her sides, dangling there in a stance far too relaxed to be anything too effective for combat-- but all the more her favorite pose. She watches the blade of energy emerge and cut-- and then decides it would be best for her to step up and defend herself. Bringing up both arms, she steps in close to narrow both Stasya's swinging distance and her own, a conflicting sizzle of psychic energy forming from the collision of arms and energies.
Miu winces, but leaves little else exposed. Instead, her arm snakes out to grab at Stasya's shirt, to get a good grip at about chest-level before thrusting forward her other hand. A swirl of black feathers emerges from her hand, and with a distinctively hard -shove-, a small drill-like burst of black feathers will seek to slam into the Russian student and send her staggering!
COMBATSYS: Stasya blocks Miu's Grasping Yomo.
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That nod is really all the affirmation that is needed. For her part, Stasya remains quiet, her focus now entirely on the fight. Her strike is blocked, deflected by that sizzle of energy-- for a brief moment, Stasya notes the feel of it, and how different it is from the chi she's so accustomed to feeling from other fighters.
The moment is short by dint of necessity. Stasya leaps back almost immediately afterwards, expecting a counterattack. When it comes, she is prepared: one hand shutting about Miu's wrist to stop the grab, her free arm blocking the energy-imbued thrust. The force transmits through her blocking arm nonetheless, sending her skidding back a few paces with a grit of her teeth.
She presses on, nonetheless, attempting to take advantage of her continued proximity. Her snaring hand remains shut about Miu's wrist, attempting to yank her in close so Stasya can turn, fist her other hand in the girl's shirt, and throw her over a shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Miu with Quick Throw.
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Her hand stops short, Stasya's grip firm-- and the burst can't fire off as well as she would've liked it to. Miu's eyebrows furrow as Stasya breaks her assault, even continuing on to get a good grip and get the odd girl off the ground with a throw. And there, Stasya will undoubtedly learn... Miu is -very- light. She sprawls out on the ground before the Russian transfer student, grunting on impact-- but not staying down for long.
Her legs whip around in a smooth arc, getting her the speed to twist and half-roll herself into a squatting position in front of Stasya, leaping up in the air. Even with the difference in height, even with the maximum height she -should- be able to, Miu gets herself about shoulder-high to the blonde psion, whipping one leg around to plant a swift, harsh toe kick at the side of the Gedo girl's head. And even then, feathers trail from her leg in an almost natural progression, with no abnormal spike in psychic power at all...
COMBATSYS: Stasya fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Miu with Angurva'del.
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Stasya straightens from her throw of the girl, shaking her blonde hair back from her face and wishing she'd been smart enough to wear a hairtie around with her. The throw itself... not a difficult task, considering how light Miu is. As light as if her bones were as hollow as those crows she'd been speaking to earlier.
Certainly, she's not half as fragile, though, considering how quickly she recovers. More quickly than anticipated. Stasya's stance widens even as Miu abruptly spins to a crouch, and then leaps upwards in a rapid display of agility. The girl whips a kick at Stasya, and the Russian girl's response is to surge forward, psi sparking off her hands, intent on getting through before the blow hits its mark to land several of her own--
--but she miscalculates, ending up just a little bit too slow. Miu connects before Stasya can, knocking the blonde to one side and disrupting her momentum. Stasya skids several feet to the right, turning mid-slide to stay facing the crow girl and trying to recover her senses.
Though Miu is normally much more cautious, she regards this particular attempt at a counterattack with no concern at all. And why? It becomes clear, the toe of that polished black and sky blue shoe crashing into Stasya's head, and the Russian is likewise quick to recover. As she turns, dropping in place, Miu lands with only her right leg, back half-turned to her opponent.
Pivoting on her toe and left leg whipping back to give her a bit of momentum, her left arm whipping outward. In the motion, a black feather emerges from between her thumb and protected fingers, hurled like a throwing knife of some sort in a direct line. And just as quickly, Miu's footing shifts, letting her spin back to her right and throw a second feather on a slightly altered trajectory-- but just as fast as the first.
Though they have the speed and accuracy of a knife, those feathers won't cut or stab if they connect. Instead, a contact burst of energy is released, a sharp jab of power at two points nearly at once.
COMBATSYS: Stasya endures Miu's Kakure Amagakeri.
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Watching as Miu manifests those feathers, Stasya... simply rises from her crouch, standing her ground-- seeming to have no intention of moving out of the way. Instead, she actually leaps forward into the twin blows, twisting in a manner calculated to make sure they're taken in the least painful spots possible. A sharp breath hisses out of her as they hit home and burst: they still hurt, despite those precautions.
Even so, she's still moving-- spinning into a butterfly kick, and then immediately lunging forwards and up into a full flash kick. Each time, her leading leg slings an answering arrowing of psychic energy, the first wave fanning out parallel to the ground: the second perpendicular. Unlike Miu's energy, however, these blades are unable to do anything -but- cut upon contact: a fact for which Stasya bears some faint, long-standing bitterness.
COMBATSYS: Miu blocks Stasya's Chandrahas.
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Smooth, graceful motions-- Stasya's attacks seem direct and without hesitation or restraint. And when she lunges -into- the attack, Miu's first reaction is to move -away- from what's bound to come her way. Pushing off with small, strong feet, the bolts of psychic force close the gap rapidly still, forcing the littlest urban legend in Southtown to bring up her arms. The blades of energy rip and cut at the sleeves of her jacket, the faintest hints of blood lashing away.
With her teeth grit, the smaller of the two lunges back ahead to bring herself closer to Stasya, one strong stride before sprinting in a few hard steps. She pirouettes on an angle, hopping slightly into the air and whipping her right arm down from shoulder to hip at her Russian counterpart. A solid white blade bleeds out of her knuckles in the process-- and while the damage is buffered with the sizzling force of Miu's powers, it too has quite enough force to cut!
COMBATSYS: Miu successfully hits Stasya with Shubatsu.
- Power hit! -
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Landing from her flip, Stasya takes a moment to recover and reorient. It is a moment too long. The girl focuses on Miu's incoming strike, grey eyes narrowing on the psi 'blade' arcing for her. The familiarity is striking, the resemblance to her own psi energy startling. It forces her to reconsider an old question that has bothered her many years now: whether she could get her own psi to assume different shapes like this. Of all the numerous times she's tried, she's never been successful.
Time spent frozen in thought is time lost in deciding what to do. Stasya seems to vacillate between trying to burst through the blow, or adopting a more conservative approach. In the end the few seconds wasted in indecision are what get her, the crow girl getting through her attempted defense easily and knocking Stasya clear back several feet. When she gets up, it's with a long wound cut across her torso, blood in her blonde hair.
Karma, she supposes, for how her own psi is.
Breathing shallowly, needing a moment to focus, she lets her head and shoulders slump briefly-- but then, out of that deceptively quiescent posture, she leaps into motion, killing the distance between herself and Miu with a whirling leap. She lands and slams a hand towards Miu's jaw, and if she can connect it immediately follows with an uppercut kick to the jaw. She swipes her leg back down again quickly, aiming to strike Miu a second time, and then lastly launches into a full flash kick. Each attempted blow is laced with cutting red psi.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Miu with Khanjali.
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Miu's arm is strong-- faster, stronger than she had anticipated, and with more force put into the slash than she had intended. Good for the flow of the fight, perhaps, but bad for someone whom she really doesn't have any desire to hurt.
But Stasya makes Miu hurt, a lot.
Pushing off one foot after the other, she tries to get a healthy breadth between herself and the fallen Russian, to catch her breath and evaluate her position thusfar-- which seems to be favorable. But suddenly Stasya is up and in her face, letting loose with a hard strike, her head soon snapping back from the kick, ahead-- and then launched into the air, a few streams of blood flutering away from her face and jaw. For as light as she is, she hits the ground pretty hard, crumpling like an accordion before pitching over sideways.
But she isn't out yet.
Fingers tremble and her elbows cock back, getting her back up to a reasonable half-sitting position, shifting until she's on her hands and knees, then pushing off to stand. Rubbing the gash on her jaw, Miu purses her lips and closes her eyes, breathing a slow, tired breath.
"I was careless..."
Darting back a step, then forwards, she moves in a jagged zig-zag toward Stasya with light steps, moving to break into the blonde's range and hopefully press beyond her defenses. Hopping and turning in mid-air, her right hand whips around in a fierce backhand, again complete with a swirl of black and white feathers trailing after her hand-- and a bit of transmission of that odd power on impact.
COMBATSYS: Stasya blocks Miu's Medium Punch.
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Stasya can take the wound. In fact, she seems to see the gash as evidence that Miu really isn't holding back, which pleases her in her own strange sort of way. Her father will probably have a -fit- when she comes home and reveals that she's ruined another school outfit and has got herself maimed again, but at the least she'll have something reasonably nice to tell him to make up for it.
She doesn't feel quite so alone anymore. That should make him at least a little happy for her, shouldn't it?
Apparently her way of showing appreciation is giving back as good as she gets. She seems to have few compunctions about Miu's condition, as the girl seems fully capable of handling herself-- and as such, she doesn't relax her guard even when Miu lunges in again. The girl snaps up an arm to soak the force of that blow, slaking off its momentum: though the psi energy is harder to deal with, and leaves a distinct sting. Stasya pushes away from Miu with a grimace, skidding back a few steps, before coming right back in with a downwards feint with a psiblade-plated arm at the legs-- and then an abrupt frontflip straight forwards, in order to whip a slashing axe kick down towards Miu's shoulder. The axe kick is... literally, an axe kick, a blade of psi manifesting along the striking surface moments before impact.
COMBATSYS: Stasya successfully hits Miu with Tyrfing.
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An axe kick-- proper and true, right down to the blade of red. The crow girl's blood drags after Stasya's heel once again, gritting her teeth as she watches the blood flit from her tender frame. At least Miu has plenty of uniforms and jackets in supply, with the gashes and beatings she's taken so far-- the problems Stasya may face nonwithstanding. Though her strike leaves that sting in Stasya's arms, the blocked blow only moments ago still sits back in the small Kurosaki's mind, eyes almost unconsciously half-lidding in the middle of battle.
"I'd like to show you one more thing."
Digging deep, Miu's looking for "it"-- that power she carries in the sum total, the deep reaches of her innerself. Visually, it's much more simple: Slumped forward, her eyes clamped shut and focusing as hard as she can. Her arms and legs twitch and shake, a bead of sweat trickles down her forehead, mixing with lines of blood. For a moment, it seems like nothing is going to happen.
For a moment.
The psychic energy -surges- at this point, a level so abnormally high Miu becomes a psychic signal flare in the middle of Southtown. Black and white feathers begin to spill out of her arms, out of her back, rolling and shifting along her small body. She pants hard, looking somewhere between focused and in pain-- but she holds onto it all the same. The flow of feathers comes to a steady halt at the right side, but continues at the left, across her back. Her toe digging in and leaning forward, she -launches- at Stasya.
With her right arm crossing over her chest and angled high, a pure white feather 'blade' again extends from her knuckles, looking to add an accompanying power-filled slash to Stasya's torso. This time, a strike -dripping- with psychic force, enough power to stun one while she prepares...
... for more.
COMBATSYS: Stasya endures Miu's Psychic Secrets.
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The first powerful, stunning strike leads Miu into spinning yet still-- spinning into a second slash.
The energy begins to focus in her left arm.
The third slash! The energy grows stronger, her arm starting to vanish in the sheer amount of feathers building up her arm from fingertips to shoulder. Fourth, fifth, sixth...
And on the seventh spin, the seventh slash, Miu plants her feet and drives her left arm forward. No mere small drill, but a gigantic conical lance of feathers, packed tightly and drilling into Stasya as hard as she can muster, her hand spaced at a good six inches from what's actually impacting with the Russian girl's body.
Like getting hit with a cannonball, Miu's attack has enough force to throw most grown men clear off their feet and sprawling through the forest and then some.
Another noise will fill Stasya's ears-- the sound of an impossibly loud gust of wind, bounded to the sound of what seems like a massive flock of birds. It breaks a few moments after, the mass of black and white exploding into a massive spiral that bounds out and all around, littering the ground and trees with psi-feathers that linger much longer than any others before sizzling away into light. The ambient energy lowers once more, leaving Miu to fall to one knee, her left arm twitching and shivering hard as she clutches her shoulder. "Hhhgh... nnnh..."
Show her one more thing?
Stasya lands her kick, letting her heel settle on Miu's shoulder before pushing off from the point of impact to execute a backflip backwards and away from the crow girl. She touches ground in a deep crouch, straightening slowly as that soft phrase pings in her mind. She is quiet a moment, and then she replies: ...Show me. This is what she asked for, after all; to see what Miu could do.
As it turns out, Miu can do a lot.
The surge of energy takes even Stasya by surprise-- a girl who, by virtue of her psychic talent, is rarely caught off-guard. She recovers quickly, however, and as Miu rushes forwards with that slashing blow, Stasya -steps- into it, the girl's lean frame displaying a surprising resilience as she soaks the succession of strikes that follow immediately after. Her teeth grit, blood flying as her body is torn into... but through it all, she is watching carefully as Miu manipulates the psi energy. She seems almost to be trying to learn from watching the girl shape that force.
The last blow blasts her backwards a considerable distance, the girl landing hard on her back and skidding to a stop. She is still there for a long few moments, breathing shallowly and simply -recovering- from that sudden outpouring of force.
A long period of silence. And then, faintly: "...Is impressive!"
COMBATSYS: Stasya takes no action.
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How does she do it? How does she pull that raw force from deep down, ready it, and turn it outward for such a violent, vicious usage? The fact of the matter is... deep down and God's honest truth, Miu isn't sure either. But still... she manages, somehow, to do it anyway.
Regaining her senses, rising to her feet, Miu shuffles ahead a few steps before she realizes the path taken by Stasya and the distance she flew. Running to the blonde's side, she drops down into a kneel with an unusual amount of conern in her eyes. "I apologize... a-are you all right?" she asks, still clutching her arm to her side.
COMBATSYS: Miu takes no action.
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Stasya takes her time sitting up. She's hurt pretty bad, but only in the sense of lacerations-- no broken bones this time, which is fortunate. Stasya hates broken bones, they're so bothersome to heal.
Still, even lying there, haloed by her own blonde (albeit somewhat bloody now) hair, Stasya has the presence of mind and fortitude to crack something of a punch-drunk grin as Miu leans concernedly over her. "No need to be apologizing," she rasps eventually, dragging the back of her hand across her face and looking at the blood there with a vaguely interested expression. "Is fine. I had fun."
Log created on 17:26:31 12/05/2007 by Stasya, and last modified on 12:22:36 02/19/2008.