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>"...t-T-t-THIRD TIME'S THE CHARM!!"
>ACTIONS:
凸:
>ACTION: SLICE THE DAMNED ROOOOOPE
ರೃ:
>ACTION: SLICE THE FUCKING ROPE
<span class="mu-s">I</span>t's like standing in front of a train full of rockets, except that there's only one line on the rail
and it's one hard line.
Neither Magical Girl wastes a second more to lift their weapons as the Familiar feasts on the distance, both railway signal barriers already up in the air. The sweat on Rita's forehead makes the wind from the void feel even colder as Lucinda, bending forward a bit, takes on a golfing stance- to which the knight, despite the desperation, raises an eyebrow.
ರೃ <span class="mu-s">Lucinda</span> <span class="mu-i">(Should we fail, let-)</span>
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(No! No failing! If you think that you are going to fail then you are going to fail.)</span>
ರೃ <span class="mu-s">Lucinda</span> <span class="mu-i">(You survived your optimism way too long.)</span>
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(No I mean YES because we are going to win! Give me some numbers!)</span>
Lucinda is about to warn Rita against using Target Redirection but realizes there's no point, and neither mentions how hard Rita's hands are shaking. The Familiar is coming. They are tired. Beaten. Bleeding. Rita draws strength from her memories of SEAnanings; Lucinda doesn't because she has a scythe that spans thirty feet.
ರೃ <span class="mu-s">Lucinda</span> <span class="mu-i">(3...)</span>
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(2...!)</span>
凸 & ರೃ: <span class="mu-i">1...!!</span>
>>凸 (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 71 = Success)<< (Aim at the same spot.)
>>ರೃ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 56 = Success)<< (Aim at the same spot.)
>>凸 (M7 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 27)<< (Force of attack.)
>>ರೃ (M7 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 47)<< (Force of attack.)
They were ready, and yet the recoil sits both down-
>>((£47 + £(27-20) = £54 > 50) = Success)
-because the blades connected through the rope. Instantly both stand to look over the ledge: quietly, the Ferris wheel Familiar is falling, as if it had always been. It's soon a dot in the darkness; Rita could swear she saw the white faces below change, but it was too fast to remember. Lucinda is gasping so much that she forgets to celebrate; Rita doesn't.
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(WE DID IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!!!)</span>
It was over just like that. Compared to the way the Familiar fought them tooth and nail on the rope, Lucinda can't help but think that this felt anti-climatic- but perhaps her end will be much of the same. Perhaps what awaits her won't be a grandiose sacrifice, but a stray bullet that she won't even notice.
凸 <span class="mu-s">Rita</span>: <span class="mu-i">(LUCI! WE WON! WE WON!!!!)</span>
Blankly is how the Rita in front of her is staring at her. One is a cheerleader, and the other a player- an odd team of one. Yet reality isn't late to lay roots even on Rita, as they turn towards the twisted line that's already half of what it was-
that wasn't even the Witch.
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