The arrow hit her. It hit her. It had worked, the armor was no less than a real feat, it was amazing. A smile spread on Janna's face, her face achieving a momentary expression of satisfaction and triumph, something that appeared very often even on the face of cold ice-blocks like herself. However, her smile dissapeared as she saw the Garm melting to death. She didn't care about the creatures; Her master, Harrigan, could always create more, but they had helped her and Sinali a lot, and, in a sense, had saved their ass in a desperate situation. Poor creatures. However, there was more to worry about than only the Garm. The Angel girl, the name of whom Janna did not know, and did not need to know, got up and approached her, her eyes radiating something Janna's own had radiated earlier. Anger and duty. For a second, Janna saw how the two of them were too similar, but then she shook her head, concentrating on the woman entirely.
Something weird happened, and, as if per art of magic, Janna's weaponry and armory dissapeared, leaving her, a fragile girl in a ripped white dress, bleeding. Suddenly feeling the pain much clearer than before, the ReQuipper took her hand to her waist, trying to stop the blood. Staring at the Angel girl with wide eyes, red orbs expressing curiosity and fear, she wondered how the hell did the angel girl move. She was so badly wounded that she wasn't supposed to move. And for some reason she was not able to move. Staring at the silhouette of the woman, she tried to yell for her to go away before she killed her, and even attempted to summon a sword, but nothing came out, nor from her mouth or in her hand. One thing was left for her to do; Recieve the blow the angel girl would assess her with pride. She was no coward; she wouldn't run away. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being filled with Pride. It kept me alive for so many years. She stated, her voice cocky and arrogant. At least she would face death with a smile on her face. A cocky one at that. Come on, Kill me. I'll make sure to tell everyone in hell that I was the bitch who got your arm, Angel. She grinned. Y'know, I gotta build a reputation there. It's the place I'm gonna spend the eternity at, so why not enjoy it, at least?
Taking the blow, she felt incredible pain in the place where the sword had pierced her. So that's what felt all her enemies whenever she did that to them, huh? It was not a pleasant feeling to say. Falling on her knees, she quickly put a hand on the cut, coughing. Her mind was a tornado of thoughts, although one image just kept appearing in her mind. It was not her master's. It was not Sinali's. It was not Aedre's. It wasn't even Nyx's. It was Elijah's. A small tear rolled on her cheek, making it the first time Janna cried in years. She never got to tell him that she wasn't just interested in him, but that she loved him. It was ridiculous. She had fallen so hard for him, that she couldn't help but think of him now.
After that, she fell unconscious, with a simple phrase on her lips. A phrase so simple, yet with a meaning so powerful and beautiful. She was right when she thought that Loving is to Destroy, and that to be Loved is to be Destroyed. Right then, she was destroyed by thoughts of sadness. Of thoughts that she would never see him again. How would he react when he found out she was dead.
I love you...
However, she was not dead, although even She herself did not know it. As the Angel girl dissapeared, a figure appeared. It was a woman of exceptional beauty, that seemed to emanate light from her sole body. Her white locks fell on her shoulders like a waterfall of light, and, if one stared at them long enough, they looked like that. Her revealing tunic let everyone see her beautifully shaped body, flawless, with milky soft skin. Walking towards the blonde girl, she crouched, staring at her, her eyes filled with sadness. I have arrived on time, Gladly. My dear, she is about to die. I cannot permit that, not her. Getting up, the woman walked towards Sinali, taking her body too, and walking towards the Savage Skull guildhall. She was so elegant, so graceful, it was as if she was perfect. She illuminated the whole scene with her sole presence, letting the horrid sight visible. Gladly, the Savage Skull guildhall wasn't far, and, as much as the mysterious woman disliked visiting such a dark place, she was forced to, if she wanted the blonde girl, Janna, and her companion to remain alive. She didn't really care about the child, but in the same time, she didn't want her to die; she had the appearance of a child, after all. And Janna... she was too valious to the woman to die.
As she arrived at the gates, a yellow cat greeted her. A golden glow appearing around its small, simple structure, the cat quickly turned into a big, nemean lion, staring at the white haired woman with respect. Are they alive? He asked in a language so ancient it sounded surreal. The white haired woman nodded, placing the two bodies on top of the nemean lion. I will take care of them from now on, Miss Hemera.
Hemera nodded, a smille on her lips as she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind Janna's ear, although, for some reason, the girl's hair was getting quickly darker and longer. Thank you. I cannot afford losing my apprentice yet, not so soon, at least. With that, and with a blinding shine of light, Hemera dissapeared, and Isao ran inside the guild, taking the two pillars to the healer, or to Harrigan; both would do.
OC; Ignore the post count in my posts; It's screwed up.
MP: 30%
HP: 10% <- The HP is so low mainly due to plot reasons.