Post by Fluffy Lynx on Aug 29, 2015 12:35:46 GMT -5
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The fighting was slowly drawing towards its own conclusion. There weren't many of the corrupt police officers left standing, which meant that her new allies, despite the numbers disadvantage, had managed to come out on top. At least what concerned the vast majority. As such, Amy felt it before she saw it. A malice, anger, hatred, that she hadn't quite paid attention to. One of the few remaining guards were attempting to slice the fairy out of the sky, swinging his sword wildly at her, and the only reason why she still hadn't been struck, was that her size was so small and delicate. The ally that she had been relying on the most so far, Monica, hadn't been able to stop this onslaught. In fact, it appeared like she was losing to this officer of the law. Amy was attempting to fly upwards and out of reach of the blades, when suddenly, all three of the individuals below her let out gasping screams of pain as they were sent flying. Blood had splattered everywhere over the soft snow, coloring the crystals crimson. Looking around confused, she soon realised that this particular attack had come off from one of the people she had attempted to protect from the rifleman a little earlier. Honorable, supportive, it was something that she could respect. Though, for the moment, there were other things that were more important. Flying through the air quickly, the tiny fairy, Amy, soon showed everyone one of her secrets. It was a puff of dust, colored both red, green and yellow, as if someone had given her a good shake and she had imploded like a puff-ball. It was within this small cloud, that she had transformed back to her human self. Vastly taller than the size of a fairy, with long curled hair falling over her shoulders. Kneeling down besides Monica, she had placed her fingers onto the throat of the other in the hope of reading a pulse. It was already too late. There wasn't a heart beat anymore. For a moment it seemed like Amy was going to be sad. Instead, she merely shook her head and muttered a single sentence to herself. So you were this weak...
Getting up from her knelt down position, she looked around the battlefield, once again calling out what their next move was going to be. Since she was in her regular human form, and standing still, Vivo would probably be able to read her lips if he paid attention. Hopefully the entirety of the group was still "Allies! Mop up the remainder of this pathetic rabble, and let us move to the coast and get off this damned island. I've had it with incompetent fools at this point." Tugging her coat around herself tighter, Amy then started marching off towards the coast. Monica's broken body and pretentious hair was left in the snow to rot. At this point, Amy couldn't care less. It wasn't as if she had known Monica for more than a few hours, and it took a little more than that to earn the Fairy's respect. If Amy remembered correctly, when she had been brought in not many hours ago, there had been quite a few interesting ships down by the coast that they could potentially steal to get off this wretched island. Naturally, they were going to take the largest one. Afterall, Amy still had the idea of creating a pirate crew, and nothing but the best would be fitting for such a task. Though, from the coast itself, due to the cold weather on the island, a thick mist was rolling in, making it rather hard to see what was going on by the coast itself.
Getting up from her knelt down position, she looked around the battlefield, once again calling out what their next move was going to be. Since she was in her regular human form, and standing still, Vivo would probably be able to read her lips if he paid attention. Hopefully the entirety of the group was still "Allies! Mop up the remainder of this pathetic rabble, and let us move to the coast and get off this damned island. I've had it with incompetent fools at this point." Tugging her coat around herself tighter, Amy then started marching off towards the coast. Monica's broken body and pretentious hair was left in the snow to rot. At this point, Amy couldn't care less. It wasn't as if she had known Monica for more than a few hours, and it took a little more than that to earn the Fairy's respect. If Amy remembered correctly, when she had been brought in not many hours ago, there had been quite a few interesting ships down by the coast that they could potentially steal to get off this wretched island. Naturally, they were going to take the largest one. Afterall, Amy still had the idea of creating a pirate crew, and nothing but the best would be fitting for such a task. Though, from the coast itself, due to the cold weather on the island, a thick mist was rolling in, making it rather hard to see what was going on by the coast itself.