[ Sniffling, she blinks away a couple of tears. If he had fallen, it would have been a blow to her motivation. She doesn't know if she could keep going alone. But very clearly, she can see the man moving about with ease and speaking in such a lighthearted manner despite his bloodied form. He claims that he's fine. ...Fio believes him rather easily, though it takes a moment to collect herself.
And the cactus slams itself down again, reminding her that the fight's not over. She's beginning to feel disappointment more than guilt over the monster. She would rather not see her companion fall apart again, despite how quickly he may recover. Mister Prickles' terror must be stopped quickly. ]
...Y-yeah, okay. [ Fio says softly, summoning up a bit of courage. The last time she's ever fought was maybe about three months ago in her own world. This kind stranger may be the very first to see her summon her weapons after so long. ] Let's finish this. I'll do my best.
[ Balling up her fists, she starts swinging at the air with all her might—two jabs forward, followed by a third in an upward motion, with an added little hop that she nearly stumbles upon landing. Her movements are unexperienced, clumsy, and a bit silly-looking. If it weren't for her tear-stained face and the threatening oversized weapons floating around, she would almost look like a child goofing off in the playground...
Like before, it's the weapons that do the heavy lifting while Fio strikes at the empty air with little fists. The spheres fly forth, "punching" the cactus twice and releasing bursts of light. The third strikes like an uppercut, with enough force that it knocks Mister Prickles upwards. ]
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And the cactus slams itself down again, reminding her that the fight's not over. She's beginning to feel disappointment more than guilt over the monster. She would rather not see her companion fall apart again, despite how quickly he may recover. Mister Prickles' terror must be stopped quickly. ]
...Y-yeah, okay. [ Fio says softly, summoning up a bit of courage. The last time she's ever fought was maybe about three months ago in her own world. This kind stranger may be the very first to see her summon her weapons after so long. ] Let's finish this. I'll do my best.
[ Balling up her fists, she starts swinging at the air with all her might—two jabs forward, followed by a third in an upward motion, with an added little hop that she nearly stumbles upon landing. Her movements are unexperienced, clumsy, and a bit silly-looking. If it weren't for her tear-stained face and the threatening oversized weapons floating around, she would almost look like a child goofing off in the playground...
Like before, it's the weapons that do the heavy lifting while Fio strikes at the empty air with little fists. The spheres fly forth, "punching" the cactus twice and releasing bursts of light. The third strikes like an uppercut, with enough force that it knocks Mister Prickles upwards. ]