Tyzias is like a leaf on the wind. She flies through Adrien's strikes, batting one after another after another away, not a centimeter of movement wasted, but-- still. It isn't enough. Several of the blows snake through Tyzias's guard, scoring deep gashes across her body.
She grunts, stumbling back right into Corrin's Shadow Yato, the blade shoved directly into her guts. Thankfully, trolls have several auxiliary nervous organ systems--evolving on a death planet has some advantages--but it still hurts like fuck. What happens next is undoubtedly worse, however.
Tyzias hangs there, stunned for a moment, on the end of Corrin's sword. Some may mistake her for dead for how little she moves. Eyes glassy, face shadowed... but, after several seconds of tension, she slides herself off of the blade, still refusing to look at Corrin.
"You're right," she rasps, hoarse.
"I am a fuckin' coward.
"Always have been. Always will be.
"I could've done something. Anything.
"But nah.
"I hid away in my room, pretending that all the reading and studying and shit I was doing was anything other than an excuse to make myself sleep at day.
"...
"Cowards have a fuckin' purpose, though, bulgekelp.
"We're the ones who stay behind, quivering in our boots, and doing all the math and all the work so that when the real fighters come back they have something to come back to.
"That's what I was doing all those sweeps. I couldn't make the injustice stop--I'm not a leader or a mutant or what the fuck ever--but I could make shit easier for the people who did have the capability down the line. Give them a foothold, a weapon. Start chipping away at the foundations.
"Yeah, I never fought on the frontlines. Yeah, I'm a coward. At least by Alternia's standards.
"...but asterisks are a hell of a thing, aren't they? Sure wasn't this great of a fighter before I came here, despite all my 'inherently violent troll instincts.'
"You know, I've been meaning to give those a whirl." Tyzias turns around, and her smile is downright savage. Something you would expect off of a madman, not a law student. In a flash, she's... she's slapping Corrin with her fingerless glove. "Duel me, asswipe. If I'm such a coward, I should be easy to kill, right? You heinous, genocidal bitch." She chugs down a hi-potion as she puts her glove back on, healing herself, closing more of her wounds. "The rest of you, back the fuck off. She's mine."
> Hi-Potion (Tyzias | Single Targe) Heals for a strong amount.
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She grunts, stumbling back right into Corrin's Shadow Yato, the blade shoved directly into her guts. Thankfully, trolls have several auxiliary nervous organ systems--evolving on a death planet has some advantages--but it still hurts like fuck. What happens next is undoubtedly worse, however.
Tyzias hangs there, stunned for a moment, on the end of Corrin's sword. Some may mistake her for dead for how little she moves. Eyes glassy, face shadowed... but, after several seconds of tension, she slides herself off of the blade, still refusing to look at Corrin.
"You're right," she rasps, hoarse.
"I am a fuckin' coward.
"Always have been. Always will be.
"I could've done something. Anything.
"But nah.
"I hid away in my room, pretending that all the reading and studying and shit I was doing was anything other than an excuse to make myself sleep at day.
"...
"Cowards have a fuckin' purpose, though, bulgekelp.
"We're the ones who stay behind, quivering in our boots, and doing all the math and all the work so that when the real fighters come back they have something to come back to.
"That's what I was doing all those sweeps. I couldn't make the injustice stop--I'm not a leader or a mutant or what the fuck ever--but I could make shit easier for the people who did have the capability down the line. Give them a foothold, a weapon. Start chipping away at the foundations.
"Yeah, I never fought on the frontlines. Yeah, I'm a coward. At least by Alternia's standards.
"...but asterisks are a hell of a thing, aren't they? Sure wasn't this great of a fighter before I came here, despite all my 'inherently violent troll instincts.'
"You know, I've been meaning to give those a whirl." Tyzias turns around, and her smile is downright savage. Something you would expect off of a madman, not a law student. In a flash, she's... she's slapping Corrin with her fingerless glove. "Duel me, asswipe. If I'm such a coward, I should be easy to kill, right? You heinous, genocidal bitch." She chugs down a hi-potion as she puts her glove back on, healing herself, closing more of her wounds. "The rest of you, back the fuck off. She's mine."
> Hi-Potion (Tyzias | Single Targe)
Heals for a strong amount.