[She's out here fighting her demons more than anything else; ghosts, too. She has so many of them, these days. Even Alexei. She hasn't seen him since she was drawn back through the portal, and as much as she hates it, there's almost a sort of comfort in that. He had been trapped, and so was she.
Her eyes are sharp and bright as she moves through the the foliage, her blades splashing lowlight through the fog. Tony hovers overhead, but she doesn't comment on it. She might have before; something about taking care of herself. But now she just moves, silent and careful, focused.
At his words, her head tilts, and she sees it-- the scales almost shimmer. She moves, fast, sudden and her blades burn bright, hotter. The way she fights now is less overtly flashy, but there's something reckless in it, too. The way she lets those claws get awful close.]
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Her eyes are sharp and bright as she moves through the the foliage, her blades splashing lowlight through the fog. Tony hovers overhead, but she doesn't comment on it. She might have before; something about taking care of herself. But now she just moves, silent and careful, focused.
At his words, her head tilts, and she sees it-- the scales almost shimmer. She moves, fast, sudden and her blades burn bright, hotter. The way she fights now is less overtly flashy, but there's something reckless in it, too. The way she lets those claws get awful close.]