Post by Jess on Sept 11, 2022 10:03:47 GMT -5
That first step is always a leap~!
Mia Monet
"We don't have the numbers they do, but we have the heart!
Righteousness and love guide us, and that’s far more powerful than money…!"
Righteousness and love guide us, and that’s far more powerful than money…!"
The words of her commander ringing through her ears as she let loose her lower limb and sent a musket spinning into the air, the fighting was as fierce as it was thick as Mia Monet took the lead of a unit to secure the west gate of the fortress she and her fellows aimed to seize, and frankly it was a good job really given how she could hear little of anything else. The snapping shatter of the sound of gunfire echoing without interruption and beyond that the air seeming to be awash with shout and shrieks and the din of men and in places women seeming to be vying for control, there were many ways with which the folk that fought their way through conflicts like this one found to block out the bellow of that rampaging red mist which seemed to descend in hours like this one, but the blanched beauty had always found she preferred to focus on a chorus which reminded her of the reason she was risking her life like this.
“Lay down your arms!” Cheeks flushed and yet this fact less obvious for the grime of earth and drifting gun smoke which seemed to cling to her face and hair, though the fraught journey which she had taken to this point meant that the ivory idol was looking far from her best there were perhaps some who might have said this flaxen fox might have never looked finer as she called out to her enemies with mercy in mind, and all while ensuring those of less peaceable disposition had no avenue to take advantage of that fact. For that reason wheeling her sword around to crash into that of a would-be killer to fend off his strike and then whipping her foot around to drive the air from his sails, while she was on a mission which many would have deemed one of assault and conquest if anything Miss Monet seemed to be taking more of a defensive approach as she moved from mob to mob and waited for her enemies to come to her rather than surging toward them instead.
“Your master's cause isn't worth your lives!” For this reason seeming to be spending the battle fighting from her back foot rather than her front one but this simply a matter of her idealism and what some might have considered her naivete, Mia had a job to do here but that didn't mean that her conscience could have carried her with any more injury and worse than the task needed, and for that reason she couldn't help but plead with her enemies as the counterstrike continued.
They have to have someone to come home to, right? Lucky for her having the strength and tenacity needed to take this defiant and defensive stance as she fended off swords and axes and clubs whilst throwing herself out of the path of red hot lead, on some level she knew that her words would only get through to maybe one or two of each bunch if she was lucky, but in her mind that was worth the risk and the potential sacrifice. After all, the snow siren knew all too well what it was like for a father to leave home one day and never be able to come home, and for that reason as much as any other, she was going to make sure as many parents or partners or simple friends came home safe and sound as she could after this, wasn't she?
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