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    When Luned flew out of the woodwork in a blaze, Resolve was utterly stunned. So was her opponent in front of her, and when he twitched, then hesitated, she realized he was debating whether to go help or not. She didn't blame him in his pause; she had never imagined the little scribe could be so fierce, and while she was distraught at the prospect of potentially seeing Mordelain fall, she couldn't forget to pull her own weight. She owed it to her partner to give it her all.

    As the ripple of flame tore through the grass toward her, she attempted to struggle to her feet, but all efforts were futile. Her body was useless to her now; at least one of her legs was fractured to the point she couldn't stand, her back was bruised, and her ribs still felt mangled in her chest. Now hot flame seared the dusting of pollen around her person, lighting her clothing as she laid prostrate on the ground. Resolve struggled to tear the loose end of her sari out of her belt, jarring her broken chest as she did so, the motion eliciting a wail that sang everything words couldn't of excruciating pain. She used the once beautiful fabric to douse the flames, too late for one of her thighs as part of her leggings torched against her skin and burned her flesh with a horrid aroma.

    Resolve could have wept, there was no way she was getting back up and the pain was too much to bear, the girl never pushed to this extreme before.

    And then Flint glanced back over his shoulder at her, his hard hazel eyes beckoned by her cries, and once again, the exorcist was able to focus what was left of her energy into her hate for this person. Instead of all her friends who surrounded her on the battlefield that day, it was her enemy who served as her anchor and renewed her sense of purpose. Flint might appreciate the irony later, after he recovered from the emotional trauma of having his soul forcibly torn from his living body.

    Unable to stand, unable to fight with her hands and arms in the fashion of a truly honorable opponent, Resolve did the only thing she could: she exorcised him.
    Last edited by Resolve; 02-01-13 at 02:05 AM.

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