[Dream, Flashback] kazamidori

[PepsiYuuka]

It was an all too painful notice of her all too sudden corporeality.

For several seconds she simply stared into space in awe, too surprised by the attack to react. Eventually she flinched, doubling over to clench what was left of her now ex-arm to her chest. It didn't bleed- but it burned, stank of charred floral incense. There was some kind of sealing magic on whatever had hit her. Perhaps it was meant to just end her then and there, but the grazing blow had softened the impact.

The humans didn't wait for her to react. The majority of the group charged forward, brandishing their pitchforks and what have you. Ah. She hadn't bothered taking those into account earlier, figuring nothing of farmers farming. She barely sidestepped the prongs of one, one she morbidly realized would have hit her arm regardless- had she still been equipped with one. This was rapidly cut off by the fact she had to tilt her head to dodge the back end of another, though it still struck her hard in the shoulder.

Eventually she realized she should maybe hit back.

Tumbling forward and into a rake slashing holes in her clothes and back, she managed to grasp one of the faceless humans around the neck with her knees. Despite the pain she put that little bit of extra push behind her weight, just enough to feel the telltale snap of the man's neck beneath her. A horrified screech hit her ears around the same time some sort of sharp hoe or scythe hit her right thigh, both causing her to grit her teeth even harder than before. Though she released the grip with her legs, it was too late for her victim- he crashed to the ground below, her body still floating where it was. She swung her good leg hard, the sharp impact smashing into the second human's head hard enough to make him, too, crumple.

She drew a sharp breath in, and let a shaking one out. She wasn't prepared, but that didn't mean she wouldn't win.

Another pitchfork came her way, though this time she was more prepared. Grabbing the edge sharply with her solitary hand as it got close, she shoved downwards on it like a lever. Overwhelmed by her superior strength, the faceless man fought to keep his grip on his weapon- the end of its wooden handle catching him hard in the jaw as he learned the purpose of a Class-1 lever. This was her chance. Though the human had a moment to recover as she readied herself, it wasn't enough- she yanked the weapon from the man's hands with her one good one, giving an extra flick of her wrist to slam the handle-end into his head once more. Now that he was totally off balance, she took the time to swing the weapon around and brace it between her arm and body. Though it wasn't particularly speedy, she didn't hesitate before jabbing the offending human full of holes. Perhaps too many holes to be simply making sure he was dead- would you hold it against her?

She whipped around to face the crowd of humans that still remained, most now crowded together several meters away with scared, hushed whispers firing between them, her brilliant red eyes glaring holes in each of them individually. Slowly, she turned her pained grimace into a smirk.

"Run if you'd like. But I still won't forgive you."