[ Korone is about to clarify — she meant the monsters, having already sent the natives through a portal to safety — when he suddenly pauses. ]
Dad? [ She looks his way, concern quickly giving way to alarm when she sees his shadows fade. ] What's -
[ He falls. ]
Dad!
[ Korone has never moved so quickly in her life. One moment she's a dozen feet away and the next she's right by his side, wings bristled in a reflexive threat display, teeth bared and a vicious growl rising in her chest. It's a damn good thing her reflexes are so snappy, too — the handful of surviving monsters had pounced for him like starving lions to a fresh kill, and she gets there in time to intercept. ]
Don't you fucking touch him — [ She snarls. The vast majority of her focus is on the fight, on protecting him. They won't get past her, not as long as she's still breathing. Whatever it takes. She'll rip them apart with her bare hands if she has to.
Fire and light flare brighter than ever, so bright they're hard to look at. Her shields spin faster … and sharper, the different magics melding together in deadly harmony. The shadows answer when she calls upon them for help, and they, too, are sharp enough to rend limbs. And that's exactly what she does. Nothing gratuitous for the sake of it, she's the exact opposite of fucking around right now — she's meeting the bastards tit for vicious tat and then some. Her pack taught her well.
The one and only spot of gentleness in all this is Shigeon. The exercise ball-sized avatar pops up out of a pool of shadow and rolls to Macaque, nudging him and papping his cheek with one stubby wing. Dad? Dad? Hey, Dad? Dad. Daaaaaad. Wake up, Dad. Dad? Dad dad dad dad wake up dad c'mon wakey-wakey - ]
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Dad? [ She looks his way, concern quickly giving way to alarm when she sees his shadows fade. ] What's -
[ He falls. ]
Dad!
[ Korone has never moved so quickly in her life. One moment she's a dozen feet away and the next she's right by his side, wings bristled in a reflexive threat display, teeth bared and a vicious growl rising in her chest. It's a damn good thing her reflexes are so snappy, too — the handful of surviving monsters had pounced for him like starving lions to a fresh kill, and she gets there in time to intercept. ]
Don't you fucking touch him — [ She snarls. The vast majority of her focus is on the fight, on protecting him. They won't get past her, not as long as she's still breathing. Whatever it takes. She'll rip them apart with her bare hands if she has to.
Fire and light flare brighter than ever, so bright they're hard to look at. Her shields spin faster … and sharper, the different magics melding together in deadly harmony. The shadows answer when she calls upon them for help, and they, too, are sharp enough to rend limbs. And that's exactly what she does. Nothing gratuitous for the sake of it, she's the exact opposite of fucking around right now — she's meeting the bastards tit for vicious tat and then some. Her pack taught her well.
The one and only spot of gentleness in all this is Shigeon. The exercise ball-sized avatar pops up out of a pool of shadow and rolls to Macaque, nudging him and papping his cheek with one stubby wing. Dad? Dad? Hey, Dad? Dad. Daaaaaad. Wake up, Dad. Dad? Dad dad dad dad wake up dad c'mon wakey-wakey - ]