[center][color=gold][b][h1]Aerith Hastings[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

[center][i][h3]Doorway, Peppin House #1, Cham, Priestella[/h3][/i][/center]

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[color=red]"So, you gonna be a little bitch like the others too, sis? Haha. Look at her squirm, Edward!"[/color]

[color=green]"I'd think so! She's just a little girl, John, just like a little flea under the family's skin~ How silly to think she could amount to much of anyth-"[/color]

It was in that moment she found the the meal box in her hands, and in that moment it also connected with the elder boy's head with a horrendous "CRACK". He merely looked back at her once more where he had been sitting on her, keeping her body (but not her arms) pinned to the ground. His face was stuck in a sort of disbelieving daze, before his body slumped over to the floor in a small heap. As she and her other elder twin brother watched for a second of having to take it in, some blood began to leak out onto the floor where the box had hit him. 

Her other elder twin brother looked at her then, initially surprised....but his look shifted to a sense of genuine horror as she began to stand up. The metal box was still in her trembling right hand, some crimson coating one of the sharp corners of it, dripping a bit onto the wooden attic floor. Her face, twisted in a look of fury. 
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[color=gold]"I...am no one's.....[b][i][u]bitch[/u][/i][/b]!"[/color] Aerith said aloud with venom and a victorious fury as she heard the cart clacking away down the street, spitting in the direction her assailant had left after this. A light grin was on her face, the thrill of having survived this shit instead of dying this time filling her chest...well, she was not dying yet at least. She'd have fought to the bitter end if she had to, just to make this little assassin pay for every damn inch that dagger had cut into her stomach. 

Adrenaline pushed her as she forced herself to sit up against the doorway, instinctively pressing her two hands very hard against the dagger wound in her stomach area. Thank whatever gods were in her old world that she'd taken a first aid and survival class to get out of sharing a cooking class with that half-sister of hers. Heh....ah. But she was not out of the woods, not by a long shot. The poison was not going to instantly go away or cease to be dangerous, but without more in her system via the dagger she could at least keep herself awake and such like this. Albeit, standing on her own would be...likely impossible for her right now. Then again, some feeling was still left in her legs down to the toes, but not much. Crap. 

[color=gold]"Fritzi! Alistair! Get over here, because we've been attacked!"[/color] Aerith shouted with all her might, as she turned her head into the house to call out to the others. 

Dammit. Fritzi had been in that place earlier, that damned place where that damned mob had....had done things she could not ever forget in her wildest dreams. Why would coming here with her have been any safer? But....maybe it wasn't Fritzi who called in a hit on them here, hmm? There was even that slim chance of such a thought being truth. But for now, she was calling to the others so they'd be in the know. Aerith then used her hand quickly to tear off a bit of cloth at the bottom of her dress, wadding it up and jamming it onto her wound before again applying pressure to said wound with her two hands. 

The girl grit her teeth as the pain came back a bit, though if the poison was helping anything with that numbing feeling it was this to some minor extent at least. Maybe. She had no idea, truly, but if that little assassin came back she'd show them who the real "bitch" was. Aerith then looked over at where Hiro seemed to be lying on the ground...burnt to a terrible crisp in ways. Before she could open her mouth, however, Aerith felt another sharp pain. Ah...it hurt to speak, much less shout at that....but she had to. She didn't...she didn't know if Hiro was in a state to do much but lie there on the ground at the moment. 

At least she hadn't had her chest stabbed, but hell was her right eye sore as hell as the face area around it hurt like hell. But...at least the pain was helping keep her conscious right now too. Not that she wasn't a bit dizzy, but she wasn't going to give up either right now. On anyone. Not on Hiro here, not on Chieko if the other girl was still alive, not on Irene and Vasilis who had saved them and unknowingly been saved as well from a terrible fate. Not on herself most of all. 

[color=gold]"Hiro...Hiro! Ack!.....Can you move at all?"[/color] Aerith said, eeking out a loud enough voice to call out where Hiro could hear her if he was in a state to do such.