[It's like some type of cord within her gets stretched thin. The blood, the blades embedded in his body, the mystery boy's infuriating smirk as he shifts his empty eyes toward her...
Mikoto's eyes go wide with both alarm and anger. No. No. No, no, no, no. She has to do something. Anything. He had promised her. He told her he wouldn't die. She had promised him. She wouldn't leave him behind again.
She can't allow this.
It wasn't just the fact that she owed him for all the times he'd saved her. It was more than that.
To her, he was...
Mikoto grits her teeth. He had her back. She couldn't panic just yet.]
He's gonna have to do better than that!
[Baroona's strong. He can hang on a bit longer. He's faced worse.
Mikoto knows he is. Even if...he was about to end up with more scars on her account.
Even though knowing that made her feel awful. But battle was what he lived for. Victory or death. She clenches her fists, dispersing her sword and calling more electric waves. A torrent of iron sand gathers in the air around them. The boy seemingly gets thrown off, actually rearing back to avoid the sparks flying at him at such close range, but the iron sand gathers into chains that yank his arms back, causing him to drop his sword.
Mikoto pulls out an arcade token, feigning a Railgun to keep him further occupied. The boy chortles, struggling against his bindings.
"Well. Better to burn out than to fade away, right?"]
Like I said.
[Mikoto shakes her head, curling the coin back into her hand.]
You're not worth the effort.
[The boy suddenly outright grins, a cold, hard look filling his eyes.
"Then I'll say you royally screwed up, Misaka."
As Baroona closes in, the sword on the ground gathers more grass, forming into a large scythe---
Mikoto dashes forward, throwing a flurry of bolts the boy's way, only to have it blocked off by a wall of grass blades.]
----Baroona!
[----If he's not quick enough, that scythe will spin through the air around him and eventually cut him down; not deeply enough to kill him, but it can certainly incapacitate him.]
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Mikoto's eyes go wide with both alarm and anger. No. No. No, no, no, no. She has to do something. Anything. He had promised her. He told her he wouldn't die. She had promised him. She wouldn't leave him behind again.
She can't allow this.
It wasn't just the fact that she owed him for all the times he'd saved her. It was more than that.
To her, he was...
Mikoto grits her teeth. He had her back. She couldn't panic just yet.]
He's gonna have to do better than that!
[Baroona's strong. He can hang on a bit longer. He's faced worse.
Mikoto knows he is. Even if...he was about to end up with more scars on her account.
Even though knowing that made her feel awful. But battle was what he lived for. Victory or death. She clenches her fists, dispersing her sword and calling more electric waves. A torrent of iron sand gathers in the air around them. The boy seemingly gets thrown off, actually rearing back to avoid the sparks flying at him at such close range, but the iron sand gathers into chains that yank his arms back, causing him to drop his sword.
Mikoto pulls out an arcade token, feigning a Railgun to keep him further occupied. The boy chortles, struggling against his bindings.
"Well. Better to burn out than to fade away, right?"]
Like I said.
[Mikoto shakes her head, curling the coin back into her hand.]
You're not worth the effort.
[The boy suddenly outright grins, a cold, hard look filling his eyes.
"Then I'll say you royally screwed up, Misaka."
As Baroona closes in, the sword on the ground gathers more grass, forming into a large scythe---
Mikoto dashes forward, throwing a flurry of bolts the boy's way, only to have it blocked off by a wall of grass blades.]
----Baroona!
[----If he's not quick enough, that scythe will spin through the air around him and eventually cut him down; not deeply enough to kill him, but it can certainly incapacitate him.]