If you know my name and you still wanna go, then don't complain when you're in pieces!
[ That he knows her burns in her gut, but she can use that. She can use that fire. No one was supposed to know what happened to her, that day. Maybe he doesn't.
Just the prospect makes her blood stir.
He beckons, and she shifts in answer. A golden bangle at her left shifts, morphing along the contour of her arm. It expands, metal whirring and clicking and locking. Ember Celica. Or half of it. The rightmost becomes something completely different. Yang doesn't wait for it to finish its sequence, melding what once looked and felt human into this... thing, this familiar and yet completely phantom mass she now carries. She vaults off the cracked pavement and charges him as her right arm continues to unfold, leading with her left. It's not her dominant side, but she doesn't need it. Not to win a fight like this.
With a loud growl, Yang takes a leap, focused on the pale glow that defines him against Vale's darkness. Ember Celica loads, and her swing levels at his solar plexus. Right through the middle — fast, uncomplicated, aggressive. She cares so little about defense.
As long as she can deal a hit, she can take a hit. ]
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[ That he knows her burns in her gut, but she can use that. She can use that fire. No one was supposed to know what happened to her, that day. Maybe he doesn't.
Just the prospect makes her blood stir.
He beckons, and she shifts in answer. A golden bangle at her left shifts, morphing along the contour of her arm. It expands, metal whirring and clicking and locking. Ember Celica. Or half of it. The rightmost becomes something completely different. Yang doesn't wait for it to finish its sequence, melding what once looked and felt human into this... thing, this familiar and yet completely phantom mass she now carries. She vaults off the cracked pavement and charges him as her right arm continues to unfold, leading with her left. It's not her dominant side, but she doesn't need it. Not to win a fight like this.
With a loud growl, Yang takes a leap, focused on the pale glow that defines him against Vale's darkness. Ember Celica loads, and her swing levels at his solar plexus. Right through the middle — fast, uncomplicated, aggressive. She cares so little about defense.
As long as she can deal a hit, she can take a hit. ]