[Chara grins, giving a bow. They turn and walk forward, toward the mages, batting a stray arrow away with the knife and not stopping to watch it disintegrate. The moment - the very second - that Lysithea's eyes are not on them, they are gone.
True to their word, if one were to spare a glance at this unit of mages that were previously gearing up to prepare a volley of spells to beat down a gateway, they're in a bit of a disarray. One by one, with a vicious crack, they start bleeding. Often from their bellies, or their throats, or sometimes even their legs.
It's hard to see Chara at first, they're very short and there's a lot of them, but after about ten seconds and several dozen dead mages, they're clear to see as the mages scramble to get enough distance to throw a spell. Their efforts, however, are proven futile. Chara doesn't need to do anything fancy, every single one of them dies with just a single slash from their knife, like their place in this strange memory was torn asunder.
There's only one left, and he's running. He doesn't get far before Chara's disappeared again, and only reappears behind him, with a knife jammed in between his ribs.
They shoot Lysithea a thumbs-up as he crumples onto the ground.]
no subject
[Chara grins, giving a bow. They turn and walk forward, toward the mages, batting a stray arrow away with the knife and not stopping to watch it disintegrate. The moment - the very second - that Lysithea's eyes are not on them, they are gone.
True to their word, if one were to spare a glance at this unit of mages that were previously gearing up to prepare a volley of spells to beat down a gateway, they're in a bit of a disarray. One by one, with a vicious crack, they start bleeding. Often from their bellies, or their throats, or sometimes even their legs.
It's hard to see Chara at first, they're very short and there's a lot of them, but after about ten seconds and several dozen dead mages, they're clear to see as the mages scramble to get enough distance to throw a spell. Their efforts, however, are proven futile. Chara doesn't need to do anything fancy, every single one of them dies with just a single slash from their knife, like their place in this strange memory was torn asunder.
There's only one left, and he's running. He doesn't get far before Chara's disappeared again, and only reappears behind him, with a knife jammed in between his ribs.
They shoot Lysithea a thumbs-up as he crumples onto the ground.]