[center][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][img]http://i.imgur.com/qYQfQN4.gif[/img][/center]

Allison Revel couldn't think straight. She had hit the plate hard, with a piece of the plate now jutting from her side. She was bleeding profusely, the pain flooding through her just as quickly. Everything was pain. Her vision swam, a combination of nausea and the beating pain from the wound at her side destroying any semblance of coherant thought that she could muster. Allison was sure that she was going to die. She was bleeding out, right next to the mouth of a giant monster, and no one was there to help her. She was ready to resign herself to death.

Her hands grasped at the plate, desperately wanting to make sure she didn't fall off, though they found no handholds. She felt as if she was on an endless, hostile expanse of ceramic. Nothing made sense. Allison looked at her left hand, which still grasped the makeshift blade, her grip so tight that it had started to dig into her skin. She loosened her grip on the thing and tried to breath, her lungs filling with the nauseating fog, which only worsened things. The burning of her side seemed to increase with every minuscule movement, the plate digging further into her side. Allison stopped moving, taking several deep breaths, in the hope that she could just swallow all of the fog and drink in fresh air once again.

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Allison's breathing stopped short as the plate beneath her seemed to fall away, leaving her floating, weightless, surrounded by nothing. There was nothing, except for Allison, and a vast ocean far below her, so far below. Allison began to float towards it, realizing that the she felt no pain from her wound as she did so.

As Allison approached the vast sea, she found an eternity beyond it. She could only see it in blurry glimpses, but beyond the surface was something incomprehensibly beautiful, everything just beyond her grasp, everything beyond the nothing in which she floated. She felt inherently separated from that vast, incomprehensible ocean, which only drove her to seek it more. She wanted what lay beyond her grasp, she needed it. Allison neared the endless ocean.

She reached out her hand, which seemed to lose it's weightlessness as she neared, becoming immensly heavy, taking her full will and determination to keep it straight. As her hand neared the surface, mere feet away from it, ripples formed on the pristine surface, and a single droplet of water pushed away from the surface, seeming more like a bead of glass than a drop of water. It was too perfect. It was as if the ocean was offering a piece of itself to Allison, a glorious gift that Allison had to accept. She moved her heavy hand to grab it, though the droplet seemed to shift as she did so.

The droplet began to glow, a brutal, sinister shade of red, seeming to glow brightest in Allison's direction, accusatory and hateful. The glowing droplet now resembled an eye, staring down Allison Revel, who floated in an endless nothingness.

Tainted, that was the word that came to Allison's numb mind first. This thing was tainted, a horrible machination with only the goal of causing pain and suffering. Allison was no different. The endless, pure ocean seemed to fall away with Allison's realization, being replaced by a sea of red, piercing eyes.

[color=9e0b0f]Tainted.
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Allison was thrown back to reality, the pain in her side reminding her of her impending doom. The beautiful nightmare had felt like several minutes, though it seemed to occur in mere moments. Allison took several deep breaths as she considered what she had just seen, realizing that the air was clean. The fog was being blown away. Allison couldn't tell what had blown the fog away, but it was likely one of the other teams.

Allison took this as an opportunity to gather herself, though the nausea stayed constant, her vision still dizzy. At least now, her thoughts were clear aside from the sharp pain from her side. She needed to do something, if she was going to die she wouldn't let her death be in vain. She felt the cool ceramic against her hands, which were undoubtedly covered in blood and pasta sauce by this point, drew in a deep breath, and summoned the shard.

The shard appeared in Allison's hand in mere moments, much larger than it had ever been before. The thing was roughly 6 feet long, taller than Allison, though it had no weight to it. The shard now took the form of a massive sword, a feverish cross between several different kinds of sword that Allison couldn't name. It seemed to glow a deep purple, though emitted no light. Allison looked at the massive object in awe before swinging it through the sharp shards that jutted from the plate, following with wild, almost careless swings at the plate. She needed to cut as much as she could in the time she had.

As Allison swung, she felt the plate in her side dig further, the blood loss compounding with the nausea. She felt the full force of her exhaustion as she swung. Allison couldn't carry on much longer.