That look. Clover had witnessed some changes in Xydane's eyes before, but they'd never looked as murderous as they did now. It was the first time she saw him face an enemy, the first time she saw the young man transform into the warrior she knew he was. Clover was no longer scared, for some reason. It was as if she had blind trust in Xydane's ability to survive, as if he were the main character of a book who had far greater things to do than to die at the hands of a single enemy. Reality was a strange phenomenon.
Obeying his command, Clover stepped behind one of the trees. Xydane wouldn't die; that much, she was oddly certain of. But heroes could still get injured. She looked at her surroundings then, and found a small branch near her feet. That'd do. Her power as a conjurer was limited, but she might still be of help.
Not like it was necessary at that moment, apparently. As soon as she raised her body and her head after grabbing the branch from the ground, the grotesque image of fountain of blood was locked in her wide open eyes. The Ixali's dying cries hit her ears with sheer force, a crimson nightmare that took shape at that right moment. The sculptor of such a painful scene remained motionless after the beast fell, familiar and yet unrecognizable. Xydane.
"......"
He was no demon, no, even if he might look like one. Xydane had seen and done things she could never imagine, all to protect people like her. He wasn't a demon but a human sacrifice with blood stained hands. Even now, her hands were still clean…
Albeit Clover's expression became serious and firm for the most part, it was also softened by a brush of melancholy. She stepped away from the tree.
"Xydane..."
There were many things she wanted to say, many things she could apologize for. Oh, but words could cost lives when time was so scarce, how to forget? And yet she still took a few seconds of simply looking at him, before she spoke again.
"...Please help Andre, he stayed near the carriage so that I could escape,†she said, her tune filled with urgency.
Obeying his command, Clover stepped behind one of the trees. Xydane wouldn't die; that much, she was oddly certain of. But heroes could still get injured. She looked at her surroundings then, and found a small branch near her feet. That'd do. Her power as a conjurer was limited, but she might still be of help.
Not like it was necessary at that moment, apparently. As soon as she raised her body and her head after grabbing the branch from the ground, the grotesque image of fountain of blood was locked in her wide open eyes. The Ixali's dying cries hit her ears with sheer force, a crimson nightmare that took shape at that right moment. The sculptor of such a painful scene remained motionless after the beast fell, familiar and yet unrecognizable. Xydane.
"......"
He was no demon, no, even if he might look like one. Xydane had seen and done things she could never imagine, all to protect people like her. He wasn't a demon but a human sacrifice with blood stained hands. Even now, her hands were still clean…
Albeit Clover's expression became serious and firm for the most part, it was also softened by a brush of melancholy. She stepped away from the tree.
"Xydane..."
There were many things she wanted to say, many things she could apologize for. Oh, but words could cost lives when time was so scarce, how to forget? And yet she still took a few seconds of simply looking at him, before she spoke again.
"...Please help Andre, he stayed near the carriage so that I could escape,†she said, her tune filled with urgency.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
