| KITT_ |
 103 |
| ((Indeed, that Was good. Don't worry about it.)) n_n |
| Miyu |
37 F |
| Don't apologize. That was good. |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| Sorry for the random posts flooding the room, my brain was feeling the itch to write and I wanted to stretch my legs with this combat scene with Estllin. >< ) |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| fought not just for her life, but for the memories tied to the watch she carried—for her mother, for the time she had lost, and for the power she had only begun to unlock. |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| two, but right now, all she cared about was surviving. Every twist of the watch, every pause of time, gave her the edge she needed. Estllin pressed on, her mind sharp and her focus unshakable. With each clash of blades, she - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| The fight wasn't over yet, but Estllin could feel her confidence growing. Sweat dripped down her forehead, her legs burned with exertion, but she was relentless. Her snarky inner voice might’ve had a sarcastic quip or - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| forward, striking fast and true. Her blade sliced through the gap in her opponent’s armor, and he let out a guttural sound of pain. She withdrew her sword quickly and danced back, avoiding a wild swing from him as he staggered. - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| as she plotted her next move, the ticking a reminder of the fragile balance between time and power. With a deep breath, she released the hold on time, and the world roared back into motion. In that split second of restored chaos, Estllin leaped - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| flow in her hands, knowing that she couldn’t sustain this for long. Estllin circled her enemy, studying his stance, his armor, and the weaknesses in his movements. Her fingers brushed against her mother’s watch - |
| Estllin |
31 F |
| he dust in the air hung still, her opponent frozen mid-step, his face twisted in a furious snarl. Time belonged to her now. She stood up straight, feeling the strain of holding the - |
