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Day 1 [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Time:[/color] Night [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Weather:[/color] Thunderstorms [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Hallways [color=734e66]◈[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Participants:[/color] Raffaella Struna, Manny Ryi [@Ebil Bunny][/center]
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	The pupa approached Raffaella, and she stood—or rather, floated—frozen, strangely not with fear as she expected, but at genuinely not knowing what she could do except run. Somehow, though, that just didn't [i]feel right.[/i] Perhaps there were more logical reasons why she shouldn't run, like the possibility that there might be more than one pupa approaching from behind, just around the bend. A real, proper tactician might have suggested pushing forward to unite with reinforcements up ahead, but Raffaella was no tactician. Rather, a single, near irrational thought invaded the mental space that really ought to have been taken up by her survival instincts. [color=palevioletred][b][i]You need to be strong right now. You're capable of that.[/i][/b][/color] It echoed in her mind like the lyrics of a song as the pupa charged at her, its hunger for the kissed mystic obvious in its cold eyes.

	[color=palevioletred]"Alright, you! Let's [i]dance!"[/i][/color] Raffaella spat defiantly.

	The pupa jabbed at her, but she swerved out of the way quickly. It jabbed its finger again, intent on piercing her heart. Raffaella picked up on this and began dodging in counterclockwise circles around the creature. Frustrated, it charged at her, trying to predict where she'd be, but Raffaella spun around and started going the other way. The tiny girl may have had a big target beating inside her chest, but she was [i]fast,[/i] and this time she did more than evade. As she spun around like an aerial ballerina, she lifted up one leg, kicking her assailant right in the side of its head. [color=palevioletred]"Ow!"[/color] she cried, grasping her foot, as the young man who'd effectively rescued the two first years finished the job by stabbing the downed pupa. [color=palevioletred]"I think I broke my ankle!"[/color] Raffaella cried out over-dramatically, prompting the boy to inspect the "damage" and insist that she'd be fine; it was just bruising.