[SP-F6] <<Calming the Soul>> Enduring Reflections

[Teion 0]

Teion flinched. For some reason, those words hurt more than she had anticipated. She faltered, seconds away from feeling the sting of fresh tears forming behind her eyes, when she pushed forward once again. In between her quick steps, the violette twisted her body, rotating her shoulders to dodge the downward slash of Ryo's katana that cut through the air beside her. She turned, renewing her grip on her axe as she continued the momentum and brought it around full-circle. With a swift motion, the curved axe head was dragged at an upward angle through the air, driving a deep, diagonal gash across Ryo's torso. The sound of metal falling against the earth rang out twice, as both weapons would hit the floor beside them. The man's figure faltered as it began to softly glow with a white light--the telltale signs of an avatar that was about to vanish with its death animation. Across from him, Teion stood battle-scarred and exhausted, wearing a wide smile with brows tilted up above it. Cobalt eyes brimmed with tears, and she finally stopped her hesitating to take quick strides toward the man. Her arms extended to pull the last of her 'inner demons' close to her, and she held Ryo in a tight embrace. In response, she could feel his breathy chuckle tickle her ear. "Remember this." He whispered before his form shattered into thousands of tiny fragments. With nothing left in her arms, Teion's embrace caved in on itself. Luckily for the girl, who had been left alone in her infinite dreamscape, she suddenly felt herself snap to attention.

ID#: 100847 | BD: 5(+3)=8 - Hit! | MD: 3 - Miss!
(15 base) x (13 sword art) = (195 DMG) - (11 MIT) = (184 DMG)

• Teion: 496/740 HP | 35/74 EN | 15 DMG | 3 ACC | 36 MIT
• <<Fourth Inner Demon>>: 0/555 HP | 157 DMG | 11 MIT

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Her eyes flew open, her spine straightened again, and her senses were bombarded by the stimuli she had left behind. Teion released the grip on her arms once she realized she had been holding them so tightly, and it was only then that she realized the weight of the falls that was pushing down on her shoulders--had her avatar just been sitting like this the whole time? Did she even consciously sit down on the smoothed rock before her mind had swallowed her up? She couldn't remember. And how long had she been here? She left for the sixth floor pretty early in the morning, right? Pressing her knees against the flat slab of stone to escape the pounding of the falls, she scooted closer to the edge before lowering back to sit on her ankles. Blinking past the bright sunlight that poured down from above, causing the waters below her to glisten, Teion brought her right hand up to her forehead. She pushed the bangs that clung to her forehead back, where they met the rest of her soaked hair, and she simply sat, her mind working to process everything that had happened.

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• Teion: +7 SP, +2,000 col, +<<Meditation>>