>>5477667Displaying the utmost grace and precision, the blond girl adhered the stake-like nail to her palm. Immediately changing her hand to that of a knifehand gesture upon tensing the muscles to the point of reaching the same hardness as forged steel. Once ready, the blond girl proceeds to aim, quickly thrusting her hand directly into your chest soon after. Hitting the cusp that surrounds your thoracic cavity and heart, stopping at where the soul was located.
“With that, you owe me one... Therion.” Smiling softly at the act, the mysterious Caucasian girl of creamy beige, if not porcelain skin soon removed her hand from your chest. Having caressed the nail this time into a heart-shaped black diamond. The heart of darkness having been firmly planted against your core resumes remaining completely still for the time being. Resonating in tandem with the mark of the beast in unison, practically achieving total synchronization and thus remaining a singular signature.
Satisfied with her performance, she would place one hand on your chest, healing the wound left by her swift insertion. The other hand goes towards Robin, patting him on the chest as well. With this act color quickly begins to return to your body, along with both the sensation and perceptions awarded to the mind and its awareness. Before long both you and Robin could fully respond and resume the act of motion within this frozen space of space-time.
Quickly grabbing his bearings upon seeing the woman standing in front of them. Robin took a defensive guard, still perched against your back. “Who are you?”
Pausing for a bit, the blond-haired lady started to stroke her chin, tapping it a bit as she muses on her train of thought. Having already left both you and Robin’s striking range after granting sentiency and freedom of movement in this enclosed space. “That’s a tough question to answer. On the one hand, I am the vanguard of my fellow Lords of Chaos.” As she says this, her look sours a bit before resuming her courtly. “But, due to the intervention of the previous Amethyst, I am now Amy Winston as well. And though I’ve loathed mentioning this, by technicality it makes me a Lord of Order. Not a true Lord since her successor Amaya “Amy” Winston has inherited the title and power of Amethyst. But that’s a story for another time.”
“Robin. Why is there a sassy lost child currently impeding us from our mission?” You reply curtly, holding back the urge to instinctively roundhouse kick her. Followed by a series of bicycle kicks before finishing it off with a heavy axe kick.
“Hmm, Child huh?” Blinking widely for just a fraction of a second, the one who was also known as Amy began to laugh uproariously. A rather hearty one that while breaking her façade of grace and courtesy, was filled with genuine amusement and sincerity. “How peculiar for you to stumble onto mentioning the name that I’ve grown fond of since my first inclusion into this realm of existence. “
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