[ Her magicks can't heal deep wounds even if they can lessen the damage or stay off the effects for a while. What scares her, though, is how she can't simply straighten herself to prepare for the next attack. It should be enough, shouldn't it? They've only just begun and she has single-handedly fought off several foes of significant power using only her White Magicks plenty of times before. She's fought gods and came out victorious. A few swords in her gut should be a preamble.
Why is there still blood pooling in her mouth? Staining her dress?
Himeka coughs again, sending blood outward in spurts as she's feeling the first real blast of cold down her spine--but it's not from the ice, it's fear. Fear that, for some reason, somehow, she may not be able to heal through this. That she can't hold off Ciel's attacks not just for herself, but for her friend. She has to summon up another spell and fast, though she only has one more shield left available before she needs to recharge...--
And then the air around her shifts in a burst. It could send her to her knees, but instead she finds herself clutched protectively by arm and wing alike, neither of which are familiar. But there's a part of her that already knows it can only be one person. She grips that arm--it's keeping her steady--and looks over the line of her shoulder. ]
1/2 cw: blood but that's probably a given
Why is there still blood pooling in her mouth? Staining her dress?
Himeka coughs again, sending blood outward in spurts as she's feeling the first real blast of cold down her spine--but it's not from the ice, it's fear. Fear that, for some reason, somehow, she may not be able to heal through this. That she can't hold off Ciel's attacks not just for herself, but for her friend. She has to summon up another spell and fast, though she only has one more shield left available before she needs to recharge...--
And then the air around her shifts in a burst. It could send her to her knees, but instead she finds herself clutched protectively by arm and wing alike, neither of which are familiar. But there's a part of her that already knows it can only be one person. She grips that arm--it's keeping her steady--and looks over the line of her shoulder. ]
--Abel?
[ This...this is what he's been hiding? ]