Running down her path, racing along a road of light. Her fiery soul, those extending flames in the abyss. An individual coming into her life, bringing back those pleasant times. Her gratefulness to them, becoming a knight to another.
Directing her arm forward, those supporters charging onward. Artilleries firing, many attacks closing in. Colliding into the deity, the heavy explosions. That foe bursting through, leaping above. Descending on his targets, plunging his weapon into the earth.
Extending electrical waves, Atlalune reaching into her bag, pulling out a cloak. Shielding herself with it, enduring the assault. Her allies holding their ground, this powerful enemy sweeping his spear across the land. Forcing it into his foes, these individuals sliding back on their feet.
Shaking off the attack, rushing ahead, their loud voices. That god leaping high, hurling his weapon. Colliding it at the center, releasing an electrical wave. This spreading assault, blasting away the knights, the maiden blocking out the intensity.
"A counter to each of the gods powers I have. As expected..." Her serious eyes.
Analyzing the battle, determining her situation. Wrapping the cloak around her, tightly tying it to herself. Those many projectiles flying towards the enemy, crashing into the foe. The falling pieces, setting the field ablaze.
This warmth in the field, the steadily setting sun. Her quickly beating chest, her careful vision on her enemy. Her moving feet, this opponent's approaching spear.
Sliding around it, withstanding the sparks. Closing in, throwing her knives at it. Electricity deflecting it, those falling weapons. Scowling a bit, pressing against the ground. Taranis sliding his spear along the land, the knight jumping on top of it.
Pushing off of it, her presence high above. Two knives in her hands, descending on her target. Stabbing down into his back, his great exertion. Forcing her away, sending her into the earth. Slowly pushing up to her knee, an electrical vortex trapping her in an arena.
"You, the enemy of us. What do you plan to do with the three gods in your possession?" aiming his spear at her.
"I intend to kill Tiamat, and the one who summoned them. I will crush anyone in my way, so that I can bring meaning to Estelle's demise." Rising to her feet.
"Estelle, princess of Valice. Do you intend to damn so many, all for a single person? Do you intend to drown yourself in sins?" his sharp eyes on her.
"I have already done so, but in the process. I have found my way, this is merely closing up loose ends. I owe this much to her, a princess that did much for me, even after her death." Standing on her side, rubbing her wrists.
Wandering in loneliness for a long time, seeking after a dark dragon. An enemy constantly moving, her deep frustrations. Encountering a strange researcher, that individual shining light onto the knight's path, allowing her to achieve her goal.
These sentiments to the mercenary, pushing onward towards her tomorrow. Her fiery spirit, those extending flames from her.
Forcing against the god's influence, her burning soul. This harsh heat, crashing against the electrical vortex, dispersing it. Her vanishing enemy, this entity shortly appearing above.
Rushing down at her, her stretching icy energy. Surrounding her target in it, unleashing the power. Freezing him whole, her enemy stopping in front of her. This powerful foe, his reacting strength. Steam escaping into the air, breaking his confinement.
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Lunging down at her, the maiden narrowly evading to her side. Her sharp vision on him, watching him raising his spear above. The bleeding moon revealing in the night, shining its light on the earth. Calling down lightning, heavily assaulting the land. Tearing it apart, this area brightening by the moment.
These boiling emotions inside of her, coming far. Her quickly beating heart, steadily moving ahead. Her new purpose to go forward, a knight to the mage. This person watching from the city square, looking through a portal. Her trembling eyes, screaming out to her companion.
Ethan's unease, watching the earth tear apart. Atlalune in its force, her great determination. That attack drawing closer to her, her willingness to push onward. Her igniting spirit, plunging her palm into the land. Fire piercing high, this violently exploding field.
Clashing against the energy, steadily surrounding the deity. Binding him in place, his uneasy vision on her. Watching Atlalune dashing towards him, the knight nearing him by the moment.
Leaping onto his spear, scaling up the weapon. Jumping off the tip, closing in on his head. Rendering her palm into his face, firmly gripping him.
Phoenix swirling around her, flowing into a center point. Creating a fiery pentagram, unleashing its force. This violently exploding assault, enveloping the god in its wrath.
That maiden descending to the land, touching down on it. Shortly rising, electricity flowing into her body. Feeling Taranis' power in her, an individual closing in on her goal with each passing day.
"Rona, try whatever trick you want, you will not get the drop on me a second time." Her vision on her hand.
This sparking fury within her, another force in her grasp. Her willingness to use it, her goal in mind. Nearing it, her hastily beating chest. Burning away at her soul, refusing to remain in silence. Proceeding down her path, someone else to protect.
That bright sun in her life, a person setting a new course. Walking forward, eventually making it back to the city. Standing before the researcher in the city square, that one embracing her. These people around her, their loud cheers towards her.
"Jeez, do you always have to give people a heart attack? No wonder the princess used to scold you." Ethan sighing, his hand behind his head.
"I have to agree, stop giving me heart attacks." Sol pouting at her.
"Heh, I'll work on it." Her faint smile to the mage.
These warm feelings to her heart, those simple days returning with another. An individual diving into the jaws of death, constantly pulling out a miracle.
Concerning the noble-woman, this person voicing her displeasure. That individual pulling away, sighing in relief. Her mind wandering back to her problem, soon stepping away from her companion.
"Now...Lune, you remember about my family issues...right?" sadly gripping her arms, her eyes below.
"Yeah, something turned up?" her hand on her waist, seeing the researcher's unease.
"The issue is with an arranged marriage, I have been summoned back home." Her hands to her chest.
These repeating events, a night long ago still with the maiden. The princess having to marry another, a knight not allowing for it. Setting out on a suicidal mission, desiring to free her.
Witnessing her companion's sorrow, not wishing to fail again. These events making sense, her reluctance to speak on it, those words from the noble-woman at the port.
A pure individual enjoying the simplest things, going from place to place, seeing many sights. Her love for the tiniest details, relishing in common sentiments.
That former knight witnessing her fading happiness, the mage's hand sadly to her chest. Her troubles in mind, knowing well on the approaching moment. Not wishing for it, this fear in her heart.
"It is because, I won't know if I will be able to enjoy these times again..." Her distant voice.
That memory to the knight, connecting the researcher's unrest. Someone loving to explore, her enjoyment in unraveling the mysteries from the past. Walking towards her path, bottling in her fear like another.
A second chance to the mercenary, her resolve to not fail again. Steadily building back her life, owing a lot to this pure one. A precious individual to her, that bright sun in the darkness.
"Shoulda just said so. Family matters or not, I won't let them harm you. I am your knight after all." Her faint smile on them.
Choosing her path, holding one close to her heart. Not allowing for her sorrow, wanting the researcher to relish in her happiness. Those words to the mage, her reddening face. Turning to the maiden, holding her hands to her chest.
This warmth within her, trusting in her. These two companions, their venture leading to something more. The noble-woman brightly smiling, running up to her side, looping her arm around Atlalune's own.
I will give you a life you can be happy in. I failed someone once, but I won't do so again to you. You will be able to brightly shine, you will be able to go as far as your wings can take you.