[ When Alice catches sight of this, the dog's fate is sealed. She trudges forward with the vorpal blade and the sword, with a cold fury. The glint in her eye says it all.
No one touches her friends. ]
I'm beginning to lose my patience with you things.
[ She curls back the sword, even as it hurts her thin wrist to do so and takes every opportune moment to phase out of a solid form into a swarm of butterflies before coming behind the beast within seconds to hurl down the sword.
Wordlessly.
Coldly.
She pushes it through the back of the beast. With her other hand Alice begins to stab at it repeatedly with the vorpal blade in a frenzy that betrays her icy demeanor. Over and over again, until it doesn't even move naturally on it's own accord. Until she can sate that obsession that she must dismember it so it doesn't move. ]
action; pocket berserker is a go
No one touches her friends. ]
I'm beginning to lose my patience with you things.
[ She curls back the sword, even as it hurts her thin wrist to do so and takes every opportune moment to phase out of a solid form into a swarm of butterflies before coming behind the beast within seconds to hurl down the sword.
Wordlessly.
Coldly.
She pushes it through the back of the beast. With her other hand Alice begins to stab at it repeatedly with the vorpal blade in a frenzy that betrays her icy demeanor. Over and over again, until it doesn't even move naturally on it's own accord. Until she can sate that obsession that she must dismember it so it doesn't move. ]