[ Metallic voice rings in her ears. Irritation runs like a wave over her, from head to toe, at the designation from being just the "injured Wyver elect." Aranea has never been good at losing, her sense of relentless drive was what made her famous.
But personal failings were just that, personal. When the android bears her own emotions, lamenting the unfair nature of the fight, Aranea can't help but smile down to the younger woman, after she got up on her legs. The movement isn't performed without a groan -- she's far from dead, but the exhaustion still kills. It'll take the dragoon the rest of the day, and maybe even the next, to fully recover. ]
Here I thought the taste of victory was supposed to be sweet. You look like you swallowed somethin' bitter.
[ The polearm in her hand glows red, then shortly disappears. One of the benefits of magitech. ]
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But personal failings were just that, personal. When the android bears her own emotions, lamenting the unfair nature of the fight, Aranea can't help but smile down to the younger woman, after she got up on her legs. The movement isn't performed without a groan -- she's far from dead, but the exhaustion still kills. It'll take the dragoon the rest of the day, and maybe even the next, to fully recover. ]
Here I thought the taste of victory was supposed to be sweet. You look like you swallowed somethin' bitter.
[ The polearm in her hand glows red, then shortly disappears. One of the benefits of magitech. ]