This was a big step. A step towards freedom, towards peace.
"Ok, here goes nothing!" Murasame was nervous, but the bright smile behind her mask could've outshone the sun. Nothing really phased the spritely young revenant, but she hadn't ventured outside in Lord knows how long.
There was just so much--trauma, from the past that was. It was hard to accept her place in the world, too afraid to stand alongside her friends. Her eyelids closed tight winced at the thought of losing her former comrades, of losing her memories...No! Today was a new day!
Silky orange locks bobbed from side to side as she shook away such troubled thoughts; 'yeah, not today!'
Murasame would really show her worth, to her friends and more importantly herself, no matter how intimidating the Lost may have been.
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A shattered world, derelict remains of a once proud city slowly being reclaimed by both nature and the corruptive vestiges of the Lost; a crumbling, concrete coffin teeming with vermin.
The claymore felt so heavy in Murasame's little hands, even with her supernatural strength as a revenant; had it really been that long since she'd wielded one.
'All I need is some practice, yeah, and this will be a piece of cake!' An optimistic thought; perhaps some practice was all she needed to--
*FWOOM!*
Catapulted across a shattered concrete boulevard, the young woman gasped at the sudden shock of a mighty blow, her sensed dulled by the percussive force of the hit. She recovered weakly, just in time to take a good look at her attacker before he struck again; that happy-go-lucky attitude was shattered.
A hulking Lost, wrapped in a blanket of overlapping armored plates, get out a choking, guttural roar as it towered above her; a brutal looking mace in hand. She only had time to defend herself as the hulking monstrosity brought the maul down upon the flat side of her sword. She didn't dare budge, unable to keep up with the sheer speed and might of the masculine, mutilated horror; this wasn't good!
It changed it's pace of attack, feinting an opening from the poor, undertrained revenant. In a flash of white, the brutal looking hunk of steel caught her in the side. Little Murasame gasped as the wind was knocked out of her, tumbling into a particularly thick cloud of crimson miasma.
The thrashing was terrible. Luckily revenants were build sturdy and she'd recover just fine, but--something felt, off. She breathed in deeply, inhaling a sickly sweet aroma that filled her chest; her arms instantly went numb. "Guughkk--Guugghh!" Everything spasmed, twitched and tingled. 'My b-brain f-feels n-nuuumb." She desperately clung to reason and logic.
Sensing it had already won, the Argent Wolf Berserker dropped its weapon, filled by a much more carnal drive. The petite woman could feel it too; even the slightest breeze sending her body into a fit of pleasured convulsions. 'I-I sh-shouldn't feel this w-way..."