What was going on with her?! Barley a scratch? Kyoko had noticed it earlier as well - when going after the Hypello. True, she'd started after it from a distance, but she should have been on it in an instant. She was weaker, slower. When the other magical girl cast such a strong spell her way, she knew she must be running really low on magic, and was in trouble - but she would not walk away from such an insult, simply because it might mean her death.
When Tempest flies at her, the lance crosses in front of her, tip held out defensively. She's clearly expecting an attack. A physical one. Not the verbal berating that ensues. The redhead doesn't strike at the moogle, staying on the defensive, but offering a completely befuddled look.
Sentences. Those were definately full sentences. It still had that verbal kupo tick, but it was really talking! Not a mess of distorted sort of talking nonsense like that blue familiar!
Her expression switched from confusion to irritation quickly on a Gil, "Hey wait, she attacked me first! Don't come chiding to me about manners when you come at me in my face like that you flying rat! What's a moogle?!"
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When Tempest flies at her, the lance crosses in front of her, tip held out defensively. She's clearly expecting an attack. A physical one. Not the verbal berating that ensues. The redhead doesn't strike at the moogle, staying on the defensive, but offering a completely befuddled look.
Sentences. Those were definately full sentences. It still had that verbal kupo tick, but it was really talking! Not a mess of distorted sort of talking nonsense like that blue familiar!
Her expression switched from confusion to irritation quickly on a Gil, "Hey wait, she attacked me first! Don't come chiding to me about manners when you come at me in my face like that you flying rat! What's a moogle?!"