"Banquet of Flames!" She cried, her paper talismans fluttering about her body. "Concerto Infernus!" With that, flames (hopefully) enveloped the battlefield, at least singing her opponent no matter where she warped to. Before she was even finished, she made eye contact with Chrom.
Before Chrom could even say her True Name, Lailah once again merged her being with his, enveloping him in flames. If she was mad before, she was furious now, her crystalline eyes burning with righteous anger.
It didn't matter if this was the last battle or some trial before the main event. This woman was going down. Mikleo's sacrifice was not to be in vain, wherever he was. She was going to make him proud, as he was her precious Sub-Lord.
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That hurt.
"Banquet of Flames!" She cried, her paper talismans fluttering about her body. "Concerto Infernus!" With that, flames (hopefully) enveloped the battlefield, at least singing her opponent no matter where she warped to. Before she was even finished, she made eye contact with Chrom.
Before Chrom could even say her True Name, Lailah once again merged her being with his, enveloping him in flames. If she was mad before, she was furious now, her crystalline eyes burning with righteous anger.
It didn't matter if this was the last battle or some trial before the main event. This woman was going down. Mikleo's sacrifice was not to be in vain, wherever he was. She was going to make him proud, as he was her precious Sub-Lord.