[There hasn't been any question regarding Tear's whereabouts when the earthquake had happened. She would have gone anyway given the importance of the facility, but the screams that had accompanied the shaking made it all the more urgent that she make her way there. Though she had seen the monstrosity that was King Moggle Mog XIV, she could trust other fellow Heroes to take care of it.
When she did reach there, her feelings regarding the decision were indescribible. Yet she kept her expression hard and determined, putting her efforts into delaying them the best she could before they could make their way far into the streets. Watching the other Heroes trying to delay them made it obvious that they were not to be approached, and too often she would find herself just barely dodging a spell or attack, her own music and magic interrupted or not as powerful as it should be.
Nevertheless she gives it her best, her expression unfaltering until...
She feels her hand go cold and her heartbeat falter at the sound of a voice in the distance, eerily haunting and beautiful in its power. Her moment of hesitation nearly costs her when her opponent, a face all too familiar, makes his way closer and moves to try and pierce her with his blade. She was lucky to only just be nicked by it, but the pain was disproportinately excruciating.]
[No, she was doing it again, who was she intending to strike with that spell? If she could break away from her opponent soon enough, she could go to their aid and get them away.
Or maybe the body whom the voice belonged to would make its way to her first, wanting to break her other self.]
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When she did reach there, her feelings regarding the decision were indescribible. Yet she kept her expression hard and determined, putting her efforts into delaying them the best she could before they could make their way far into the streets. Watching the other Heroes trying to delay them made it obvious that they were not to be approached, and too often she would find herself just barely dodging a spell or attack, her own music and magic interrupted or not as powerful as it should be.
Nevertheless she gives it her best, her expression unfaltering until...
She feels her hand go cold and her heartbeat falter at the sound of a voice in the distance, eerily haunting and beautiful in its power. Her moment of hesitation nearly costs her when her opponent, a face all too familiar, makes his way closer and moves to try and pierce her with his blade. She was lucky to only just be nicked by it, but the pain was disproportinately excruciating.]
K̵̪̘̮̱̮̔̿́ͨͥͬ̆͢͞ṵ̴͚̝͍͈̬̥͍̈́͑̚͜ŕ̓͋͋̄̄҉̨̢̼͕̺̘̹ö̴̢̠̯̬̖͓̞̩́̃͒́͢ͅa̢̪͈̮̖̺̓ͥ͘ ̴̨̘̜͔̝̳͆͐̃̔̚R͍̥͎̝ͬ̇ͪ̾͛̊̄̐ͪŷ̴̶̼͕̮͐u͔̲̞̯̝̹͛̓̔ͨͫ̊͡o̧̭͎̤̠̦̗̥̩͖͑̅ͪͣͬ̌̏ ̯̤̮̪̻̖ͬ̍̏ͭ̅͠Ķ̶̻͙̰̘̝̫̍ͨ̊͛ͨ͗̒u̶̟̥͕̹̥͔̳̓̿̊ͮͦͯ͝ṙ̵̟̟̠͕̘̥̼̈́̈́͐ǫ̶̗̝̦͉̆̍̏ͨ̍̍̓a̯͓̰͈̗͉̠̫͆̽̕ ̄ͬ҉̷̪̭̩͉N͕̹̖ͭ̆ͯ͌̇̆͋̚ḛ̯̩̹̘̱̂ͤ̍ͣͩ̋͞u̡͋͠ͅ ̧̱̪̝̙̼̪̔͗͛̓̉ͩ̄̇̀T̴͇̅̊ͬ͐̓́ŝͩ͆҉̩͚̞̲u̢̮̝̭̘̙̭͖̤̽͐͑ͧͣ̐ͨ͌á̻̺̪̪̐̄̈́̔̋̅̀e̪̞̭͔͔͊̽̐ͣͥ́̔͂͟͡ ̘̟͇̟̬̗͍̈́L̨͙͕̝͔͈̻̘̭ͥ̓̃͌͛͟e̷̗̹̮̠̝̝ͦ̽͂̚͢ì̩͉ͪ̽͐͗̓̏͡͡ ̙̟͍̪̑͑̋͛̉̍K͎̟̞͖̮̹̏ͯ̐̀͘u͙̥͇̩͇ͮr̦͍̟̦̯̖̪ͤ̿ͥ͋̍͝͡ǫ̭̲̼̪̭̙͎͋ͬ̄̋ͪ̿̕a̵̩̰̜̤͑́ ̠̭̮̺͇̎̈ͪ̀ͨR͚̯̼̫̝ͭ̉̃y̠̞̼͍̩̥͔̣͉̓͐̌͂̕͜u͙̯̫̰͇̺̭̇͛̈ͭ͠ǫ̯̭̰̗̻̲̜̥̂̉̎ ͕͉̼̓̊̃ͮ̐̿̚T̸̥̙̖̮̘̬̭͖̠͋̀̀͜s̶̢̋͆̌͂҉͓̦ŭ̧̡̳̮̰̝́a̴̪̱̞̘̯ͬ̏͋ͥ̋̔ẹ̵̛̬͆̾̃̊̔ͣ́ ̷̡͙̖̖̤̱͓ͦͮ̆̍̾L̙̩͔͉ͤ͐ͭ̇̚̕ͅe̒̐ͦ͏̶̨͎̖͓͖̳͔i̼̻̲̜̩ͭ͛̄ͩͨ̔̊͠ ̓ͨͮ̓̑ͨ̕͏͚̙̼̤̻̺͇V͔̺̼̥̋̈́̅̅̿͛a̶̧̘̞̞̥̲̖ͬ͐ͧ͂ͮͮ̽
[No, she was doing it again, who was she intending to strike with that spell? If she could break away from her opponent soon enough, she could go to their aid and get them away.
Or maybe the body whom the voice belonged to would make its way to her first, wanting to break her other self.]