The crystalline figure still stared coldly at Ventuswill, seemingly staring right through her as it raises its blade once more to finish her off once and for all. The presence within was equally as still, stunned as she was. But the finishing blow never comes - Yugi's strike shattering it to pieces. Strangely, Venti still had some strength to her - she wasn't sure if it was her own will, or something within her desperately trying to cling for life.
"I guess I overdid it... heh heh. Thanks..." Looking up at Yugi, Venti manages a wry smile for him, in spite of the fact she'd soon be dead. They all surely knew it - this was a fatal wound. The blood wasn't even letting up, nor was the onslaught of crystal spikes it would seem. They couldn't stay in one place for long. Venti coughs, blood trickling out as she continues, "Don't-- Don't worry about me. Focus on that man."
( "No. Don't tell me you're just giving up! Come on, dammit, just listen - we're not having any of that! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever! Think about your friends here, or even back in Selphia. What do you think they would think if they saw you like this?" )
It seems without even intending images of her friends swelled up to the surface, starting with the friends she remembers conversing with back at the Crystal of Water. Then, her friends from home. Was this some kind of plea within herself to hold on? For their sake? Leon, who always had that tricky, impertinent way of speaking with her, yet still seemed to understand her best. Dolce and Pico - the former with a biting tongue, yet still warm-hearted deep down and the latter silly, mischevious; both of their silly antics who always brought a smile to her face. Dylas, never one to express himself well, but a truly kind person despite that. Amber, ever sunny and pleasant, but with a sense of understanding that belies her age...
And her friend from the sky, clutching onto her charm and pleading that Ventuswill was a truly kind, sweet being and would never do something 'so horrible'. ... How strange. This wasn't a memory she personally recalled. None of these images were.
No matter, the sound Dycedarg's inhuman roar of laughter cut off that train of thought. The flashing of memories seemed to work - but not in the way the presence within her was intending, with Venti struggling to stand on her feet. She pulls out her own crystal, in the familiar shape of a Rune Sphere, before looking back up at her friend.
"Listen, Yugi. I need-- I need a favor from you," Venti manages a strained voice of gentleness, almost as if nothing was wrong if not for the blood welling up to her mouth as she reaches out to him. "Can you help me up? Please..."
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"I guess I overdid it... heh heh. Thanks..." Looking up at Yugi, Venti manages a wry smile for him, in spite of the fact she'd soon be dead. They all surely knew it - this was a fatal wound. The blood wasn't even letting up, nor was the onslaught of crystal spikes it would seem. They couldn't stay in one place for long. Venti coughs, blood trickling out as she continues, "Don't-- Don't worry about me. Focus on that man."
( "No. Don't tell me you're just giving up! Come on, dammit, just listen - we're not having any of that! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever! Think about your friends here, or even back in Selphia. What do you think they would think if they saw you like this?" )
It seems without even intending images of her friends swelled up to the surface, starting with the friends she remembers conversing with back at the Crystal of Water. Then, her friends from home. Was this some kind of plea within herself to hold on? For their sake? Leon, who always had that tricky, impertinent way of speaking with her, yet still seemed to understand her best. Dolce and Pico - the former with a biting tongue, yet still warm-hearted deep down and the latter silly, mischevious; both of their silly antics who always brought a smile to her face. Dylas, never one to express himself well, but a truly kind person despite that. Amber, ever sunny and pleasant, but with a sense of understanding that belies her age...
And her friend from the sky, clutching onto her charm and pleading that Ventuswill was a truly kind, sweet being and would never do something 'so horrible'. ... How strange. This wasn't a memory she personally recalled. None of these images were.
No matter, the sound Dycedarg's inhuman roar of laughter cut off that train of thought. The flashing of memories seemed to work - but not in the way the presence within her was intending, with Venti struggling to stand on her feet. She pulls out her own crystal, in the familiar shape of a Rune Sphere, before looking back up at her friend.
"Listen, Yugi. I need-- I need a favor from you," Venti manages a strained voice of gentleness, almost as if nothing was wrong if not for the blood welling up to her mouth as she reaches out to him. "Can you help me up? Please..."