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[i]New Power: [color=darkred]Eurydice[/color][/i]
[b][color=darkred]Level 2[/color][/b] - (13/20) EXP
[b][color=darkred]Location:[/color][/b] Scrapyard, End
[b][color=darkred]Word Count:[/color][/b] 710

[sub][b][color=darkred]Pain[/color][/b][/sub][/center]
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As his blade came to rest in the chassis of the now-fallen robot, Thanatos relaxed. Similar to Bastion's own disappearance, the embodiment of death would glow white momentarily, breaking back down into the shiny, glass-like texture, before fading into nothingness. He had done his part. 

As soon as he was gone, Minako's legs gave out, causing her to fall unceremoniously to the floor. Intense yet shallow breathing indicated her condition was [i]not good[/i], and it didn't take a genius to tell she was bleeding more than she could handle. Large, near-bulletproof monsters still couldn't account for the sheer devastation that Bastion's minigun could inflict, and it showed. Her left arm was the worst off, following her right leg, and a single shot that broke through Thanatos hit her slightly above the hip. If it weren't for Personas being almost completely invulnerable, she would easily be dead by now. 

That didn't stop her from getting upset at [i]someone else[/i], though. Acting in spite of her condition, the redhead got to her feet, and forced herself to move. She really couldn't be bothered with yelling at someone right now, but honestly, she had to say something or else it would happen again. In an awkward shuffle-like walk, the young woman began to approach her intended target:
Linkle. 
Maybe it was that they were so similar, mostly by age and appearance, that lead her to get so worried over the otherworldly hero. Maybe it was her shortsightedness and willingness to walk out in front of an [i]active minigun.[/i] Either way, something had to be said. As soon as she was close enough, Minako would forcibly grab hold of the green hero by the collar, though with her strength as weak as it was this wasn't so much a pull as it was a tug. The teen's glare and obvious annoyance was clear as day, though she refused to speak, not till she could get her thoughts in order. If she mindlessly yelled at her, there wasn't a lesson to be learned, except that she needed to be a better leader. Thinking constructively while tired and bleeding from several bullet wounds was tough, but she did the best she could, given the situation.

[color=darkred]"Linkle. Do not, under any circumstance, do that again..."[/color] Her tone was stern, yet the weariness was impossible to mask. [color=darkred]"Tora almost died under that barrage, and I didn't fare so well against it, either. Running out of cover when it had all three of us under its sights, let alone if the other turret or that man also thought we were a threat, is frankly stupid. You wouldn't do the same to a legion of archers, would you? An army of riflemen, perhaps? Because -- and I know you didn't know this, but -- that's what it is: an army in one."[/color] Her probing scarlet glare softened with a sigh, and she averted her gaze to the ground. It wasn't like she herself couldn't be blamed for something, either. Minako knew that the opportunity was there to stop her from running out, but she let her own fear control her. How could one call themselves a leader when they're unable to move in times of need? 

[color=darkred]"Look,"[/color] she started, letting go of Linkle's collar, still staring at the ground. [color=darkred]"At the end of the day, we made it. It wasn't pretty, but somehow, we did. And you did well enough not only keeping yourself alive, but using bombs to put pressure on the enemy. That's fine; great, actually! But..."[/color] Refocused, she looked like she was about to plead with Linkle. And... possibly cry? It was hard to say. [color=darkred]"Be more careful, OK? If not for yourself, then for others. You can't expect to help anyone with a... well, you get the picture."[/color] A pained chuckle escaped the redhead's lips as she pointed to her own wounds. Minako hadn't really helped anyone the same as Blazermate had, but now with Eurydice back, perhaps there was an opportunity to do so. At the very least, she now had the means of recovering herself. But if Blazermate could do the job without tiring, then that would be preferable.

The adrenaline was beginning to wear off now. Those wounds were beginning to hurt like a mother. [hr]
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