10-18-2015, 12:51 AM
This was the feeling of a true battle.
It was an odd feeling, yes, a feeling unlike any other. Hunting a Witch was just like what she had done with Harry, whether he was or wasn't a Witch, and it didn't feel much like a new experience, but this... This was different. She didn't feel sick or empty or anything like she had been feeling before the fight had begun. She now felt nothing; Everything was thought and calculated rather than being processed emotionally. There was no time for that, and that was perhaps the charm of being on a battlefield. It would be a charm that would last so long as she didn't die.
In her chest-high trench she summoned about eight muskets, which had their stocks pressed into the dirt and their barrels leaning just over the edge. With her opponent (Who so kindly called herself by name) in the air, it seemed she might be an easier target minus the possibility of being more easily on the move. Flight wasn't something that baffled the Magical Girl, but it certainly wasn't something she was used to seeing performed by humanoids. She couldn't apply her experience with flying Witches and hope it was correct, as it seemed quite clear at this point Desco was not a Witch.
As grabbed her first musket and took aim at the now-hovering Desco, she felt almost like she was willing to stop fighting. Yes, she had been absolutely ruined in battle against her previously, but the circumstances were different, and she seemed to genuinely feel bad for what she had done. When it came to fighting competitions to the death, that sort of thing didn't seem like it would be too common, so she had to give her credit for that. Being up against something that was relatively human was another inhibitor; Fighting against something that actually seemed to have morals and, to an extent, feelings was something that made her more questioning of her actions than she would normally like to be.
...But at the same time, she was told not to hold back, and the people running the tournament likely wouldn't take kindly to Mami just giving up, not to mention she herself wouldn't like to just give up when things were getting serious. Desco lined up with the sights on Mami's musket and, in response, the girl swiftly pulled her finger towards the musket's trigger. The sound of the hammer coming down and the bullet flying filled the air and caught Desco's attention, though a tentacle blocked the shot. Mami didn't take the time to see if it was working, and instead she grabbed for her next musket. She aimed another shot as closely to where she guessed her last shot had landed, then another, then another, discarding muskets as she fired each one's lone round.
With a snap the muskets turned into ribbons, and with a leap Mami was over the top. She landed on the ground, removed her hat and swung it across the ground before her, keeping her eyes trained on Desco, who now actually seemed affected by the Magical Girl's efforts. In the ground in front of her was a number of muskets with their barrels an inch into the ground, which she drew one by one and fired at her aerial target, continuing to discard muskets after each shot. Being called a heroine seemed nice enough, but at a time like this, she didn't feel much like one with what she was doing. While Desco seemed strong enough, she felt the fight was unfair in some way, in a way that gave her an advantage.
The bright muzzle flash of one of her muskets made Mami's focused golden eyes flash reddish-orange as if they were on fire. Even if it didn't feel right, she would keep going and she would win. Her cause wasn't noble - In fact, she had no true cause - But she would win regardless.
With no muskets left prepared for firing, she flipped backwards, summoned a musket in each hand and offered a smirk. "It feels like we aren't getting anywhere. Let's see whether or not you change that."
It was an odd feeling, yes, a feeling unlike any other. Hunting a Witch was just like what she had done with Harry, whether he was or wasn't a Witch, and it didn't feel much like a new experience, but this... This was different. She didn't feel sick or empty or anything like she had been feeling before the fight had begun. She now felt nothing; Everything was thought and calculated rather than being processed emotionally. There was no time for that, and that was perhaps the charm of being on a battlefield. It would be a charm that would last so long as she didn't die.
In her chest-high trench she summoned about eight muskets, which had their stocks pressed into the dirt and their barrels leaning just over the edge. With her opponent (Who so kindly called herself by name) in the air, it seemed she might be an easier target minus the possibility of being more easily on the move. Flight wasn't something that baffled the Magical Girl, but it certainly wasn't something she was used to seeing performed by humanoids. She couldn't apply her experience with flying Witches and hope it was correct, as it seemed quite clear at this point Desco was not a Witch.
As grabbed her first musket and took aim at the now-hovering Desco, she felt almost like she was willing to stop fighting. Yes, she had been absolutely ruined in battle against her previously, but the circumstances were different, and she seemed to genuinely feel bad for what she had done. When it came to fighting competitions to the death, that sort of thing didn't seem like it would be too common, so she had to give her credit for that. Being up against something that was relatively human was another inhibitor; Fighting against something that actually seemed to have morals and, to an extent, feelings was something that made her more questioning of her actions than she would normally like to be.
...But at the same time, she was told not to hold back, and the people running the tournament likely wouldn't take kindly to Mami just giving up, not to mention she herself wouldn't like to just give up when things were getting serious. Desco lined up with the sights on Mami's musket and, in response, the girl swiftly pulled her finger towards the musket's trigger. The sound of the hammer coming down and the bullet flying filled the air and caught Desco's attention, though a tentacle blocked the shot. Mami didn't take the time to see if it was working, and instead she grabbed for her next musket. She aimed another shot as closely to where she guessed her last shot had landed, then another, then another, discarding muskets as she fired each one's lone round.
Quote:Mami used Multiple Unnamed Muskets. Again. Yaaaaaaaaaaaay.
With a snap the muskets turned into ribbons, and with a leap Mami was over the top. She landed on the ground, removed her hat and swung it across the ground before her, keeping her eyes trained on Desco, who now actually seemed affected by the Magical Girl's efforts. In the ground in front of her was a number of muskets with their barrels an inch into the ground, which she drew one by one and fired at her aerial target, continuing to discard muskets after each shot. Being called a heroine seemed nice enough, but at a time like this, she didn't feel much like one with what she was doing. While Desco seemed strong enough, she felt the fight was unfair in some way, in a way that gave her an advantage.
The bright muzzle flash of one of her muskets made Mami's focused golden eyes flash reddish-orange as if they were on fire. Even if it didn't feel right, she would keep going and she would win. Her cause wasn't noble - In fact, she had no true cause - But she would win regardless.
With no muskets left prepared for firing, she flipped backwards, summoned a musket in each hand and offered a smirk. "It feels like we aren't getting anywhere. Let's see whether or not you change that."
Quote:"over the top" hahahahaha world war 1 joke
does anybody get it
i hope so
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