[center][h3][color=f49ac2]Smudge Pixelby[/color][/h3][/center]

IA-920 was, simply put, out of it.

Mergoux's boot had dragged across her ribs when she'd been shoved off, and IA-920 was left on the ground, clutching a bruised chest and finally trying to breathe. The sword clattered somewhere, but IA-920 had already tensed; It couldn't let go if it tried.

Loud voices gave way to louder, more horrible noises. Smudge saw bright light and darkness.

The flickering arms retracted, held her human body protectively in their scintillating cage. The sword was dragged along with them. Sounds [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnLJmybBXmo]rang unbidden[/url] from the spirit as if echoing the chaos.