FamishedPants

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

E m i l y

"Should I roll over and show my belly?"

— Emily

Emily stopped a short distance from the wolf that had at one point been Lupa, her arm crying out in pain from the earlier bite. Whatever had taken over Lupa was fiercesome indeed. The attack meant for Helga was an attack aiming to kill or seriously maim its target. And that was in the thick of a battle with a lich, no less. The fire girl couldn't imagine what sort of being would revel in such meaningless violence but she knew that she didn't want Lupa to injure or become injured because of it. Other people would understandable retaliate with lethal force if set upon, so she would give it her all to ensure things didn't reach such a conclusion.

"Lupa...!" she finally spoke. "What's gotten into you?" she asked, almost as if she weren't speaking to a large beast with a blood thirst. "Are you hurt? Did that lich do something to you? This isn't okay, you need to stop before someone hurts you!" she pleaded to the wolf. Emily only betrayed concern on her expression despite the pain she was experiencing. This was less because she didn't want to show weakness in front of Feral and more because she wanted the 'conversation', if it could even be considered that, to remain being about Lupa. But boy was Emily jealous of girls with regeneration right about now.

H i l a r i a

"Etiam!"

— Hilaria

"Movete!"

She had hoped the warning would be enough to allow the other girls time to move out of the way, but that didn't happen. Billy, or whatever he was now, attempted to cover the girls in his fleshy mass. This was problematic, to say the least. He should stop doing that! Hilaria frowned that things had not gone as planned. Now that she thought about it, whenever she tried to help people, this kind of result was common. Strange.

But before much else could happen, Billy and the group around him were blanketed in blasts of light. These brought with them a surge of violent heat. Hilaria was subject to an experience that left parts of her burnt and her armor almost glowing hot. She almost couldn't differentiate between herself and the interior of a hot pocket. It was needless to say, but the experience was anything but pleasant. She entertained the idea that the copious amounts of sunblock she still had on her would have prevented this had it been applied prior. But the reality was such burns were better protected from by not having them in the first place.

This would not keep the girl down. She grit her teeth and lifted up her shield, managing to block the blow from Billy, who had assumed yet another form. The strength behind it was immense, pushing even Hilaria backwards across the street. This lich was tenacious even by undead standards.

As the girl slid she brought her shield down to hasten her recovery. Sparks flew from where her scutum met the road, and she soon came to a full stop. Wasting not a moment, she picked her shield up and began sprinting towards Billy and the others. The other girls seemed keen on pouncing on their foe with all that they had in order to put him down for good. How great for the rest of the girls and Armadillo! Slaying such a monster was an incredible experience. But, of course, they'd need to destroy that phylactery if they wanted to do that.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

"..."

Zachary Ackerson

By now, many had found themselves dull at least partly to the horror that was an execution. After so many people had died, it wasn't too odd of a reaction. But having not turned away, nor betrayed a hint of emotion as one of his fellow survivors was brutally disposed of before him in such a flamboyant manner, was Zachary really just desensitized? That certainly had to be the answer.

But if it was, then why didn't Zachary ever answer Jez?

...

...

This place is a prison-cum-death-chamber. The gloom is held at bay by the spark of hope in each Infinite's heart. In those brilliant flames, one can sometimes catch a glimpse of the darkness of despair. But with so many flames being snuffed out, is it really nothing more than a glimpse?

...

...

Zachary found himself waking up the next day feeling as though he'd not even gotten a wink of sleep. Well, that had been the case each night since he started living here, with one exception. He shifted slowly off of his bed and onto his feet, looking no more alive than a robot. With a yawn, he carried out his daily routine to get ready for the day.

He left his room having cleaned up and put clothes on. But this only made him look like a dolled up robot compared to early. He wasn't truly awake, and for him to change this he'd need one more thing. With a certain destination in mind, he shambled out of his room.

Zachary entered the Break Room without any issue. He released another yawn as he continued towards the back, having noticed that the room was presently empty aside from himself. Had he woken up early? He hadn't bothered to check, but he was definitely not woken up with the announcement from Killgood. That would probably explain why he hadn't seen anyone in the halls, either. It didn't matter for now. He could think of things when he was awake.

Naturally, Zachary decided to make some coffee. Though it need not be said, there were no difficulties. Coffee was made, and a mug was poured. All was as it should be. The Infinite decided to go sit down at a table to enjoy his cup, and once he had done this, he began to bring the mug up to this lips. About halfway there, he paused, looking down into the mug. His eyes widened as he thought about the earlier case. From a blank stare to a heated glare, Zachary's expression drastically changed and he found himself slamming the mug onto the table in a short-lived fury. Unfortunately, this action had been done with enough force to shatter the mug, coating his hand in searing-hot coffee.

Somehow managing to avoid throwing out obscenities at the sudden jolt of pain, Zachary jumped up and immediately sought out a sink to run cool water over his hand. Today was certainly not starting off in the way he wished it would have.

How do you feel about the level of character diversity you’ve experienced?

I'm actually offended, @BrokenPromise. I'm not a shady assassin IRL? Did you ever wonder where your braincells started going? How they just kept disappearing? I removed them in a rather discreet manner, via shitposts. But I guess it's also a compliment to my ability to not blow my cover, so I'll let it slide.

Since Broken forced me into this conversation, I'll go ahead and give my two cents on @GeekFactor's post, the same one Broken replied to. Just because it seemed fun, I don't want to catch hands or anything.

I would parrot what broken responded with, but I'll try to go into more detail about why exactly I don't understand. A difference in quality between a book you've bought and some roleplay on this website is to be expected. You wouldn't log into Omegle to have an intellectually stimulating conversation like you would if you joined a Rick and Morty discord group, right? But that does not mean the requirements (feel this is a bit too strong of a word but whatever) for characters should be altered in anyway. Roleplaying, to me, has always simply meant to write a collaborative story, typically with a prompt (setting). So a co-op book, and though I don't jump into a roleplay expecting Stephen King or an author of good caliber to be there, I also don't expect people to play their OCs any different than they would a character in a book.

It's never the difference between the author and the creator's gender that causes me to lose immersion. It's always the terrible writing, which is its own thing in my opinion.

Do me a favor and pretend that I put "in my opinion" at the end of just about anything there, as my word is unfortunately not law.

Also, talking about people being a bit too 'verbose' with their posts is just calling me out. Only it's worse because I've mastered the art of saying "she's an assassin, she has killed people before" into multiple paragraphs, many different ways, for absolutely no reason and I'm confident that nobody reads anything other than the highlighted, colored text of the dialogue because of this.

Also also, @BrokenPromise if that last line of yours was a subtle jab at me, then how about this

My Hider

no u

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

S i l h o u e t t e

"Some people say 1000 year old characters in a kid's body is weird, but what about a kid in a 1000 year old body?"

Silhouette

Though her prior life as a cold-blooded assassin left her with a lot of blood on her hands, Silhouette, as a magical girl, was obviously far stronger than she had ever been before. If she were left alone with nothing but a lust for blood and her abilities, she was sure the humans in Penrose wouldn't put up much of a fight. And why? Because she was a magical girl -- a being who owned power far beyond what a normal person might even suspect was possible. She also had tamer abilities. A part of the passive gift bestowed up all Time-specialized girls was a perfect sense of time. She knew the exact second of the exact day of the exact week of the exact month of the exact year. A normal person would be jealous! It had an extremely obvious perk: being on time, all the time.

So then... why the fuck was she always late?

Penrose had this bad habit of being ground zero for events that could feasibly end life on Earth. Quite often, too. The coliseum, the graveyard, and now this. The only break had been earlier while they were forced into a beach dimension by some weird dolphin thing. But each time something of incredible significance happened, Silhouette found herself arriving on the latter half of it and being denied true involvement. She honestly couldn't tell you how she was able to fervently deny being disappointed all the times this happened to herself.

Her fight with Penny being cut off. The magical steroid rendering her berserk. That magical girl who interrupted her fight with the knight. Having to abandon a fight just to come to this particular area to assist Tetrad. And now, after having done that, her involvement almost seemed pointless. She had minimal interaction with the Lich, and although she nearly landed a decisive blow, she wasn’t satisfied. She wouldn’t be even if she had done so. She wanted nothing but an entertaining, adrenaline-fueled fight if she was going to engage in combat. The tail-end of a fight was not capable of doing this for her. How disappointing.

Silhouette allowed a heavy sigh to escape her lips, expecting combat as a whole to be over now that the lich was ‘redead’. But in the next instant, things began to seem to take an interesting turn. The trio that had assisted in finally killing the lich had now turned glares towards Silhouette and her two allies, and revealed themselves to be of the Ascendancy. "Ah, this could only have a predictable end, couldn't it?" she complained, though her tone betrayed a hint of excitement rather than the listlessness it was probably supposed to come off as. This character lapse was then followed by a dry laugh, once Alex had spoke about them as if they were pirates.

Even with her character faltering, Dalton could not see Silhouette making a lewd joke, despite Alex Setting her up for it. But just know that he wanted to.

"This turn of events would make too much sense if we were guilty of anything other than being ‘impure’ by their standards. I’m not one who should talk, but as far as moral high ground goes, they’re more of an Anakin than an Obi-Wan, if you catch my meaning.” Silhouette explained to Alex, casually taking a verbal jab at them as well. The two seconds before they turned on her and the others didn’t really foster a strong enough relationship for her to really mind this ‘betrayal’ as it were, but she had to admit she desired her introduction to the Ascendancy to happen at a much later date. Of course if they were spoiling for a fight, she’d be happy to oblige.

Samantha couldn't jump at such an opportunity, though. The safety of her fellow agent was a bigger priority, and she had the feeling that Veronica wouldn't take too kindly to her letting the others fend for themselves after she sent Sam here. For now, at least, she'd remain passive. She allowed the others to confront the Ascendancy directly.

Though Samantha knew it was in vain, Mika pleaded with the three girls, assuring them that Sam and the others were of good character. Samantha’s features noticeably softened at this. How ignorant Mika was, but also so very adorable. Would she be upset if Sil explained that she was far from the kind person Mika was making her out to be? That pseudo-sadistic desire to lightly bully the girl was there, but there were more pressing matters at hand. She turned her focus back to the trio.

Following Mika’s protest, Tetrad began to speak. Only something seemed strange. Now glancing towards Tetrad, it became apparent what that was. “At least the spell stopped before you got dementia.” she joked, a bit surprised at herself for doing so. Perhaps ignoring it or just not hearing it, Tetrad continued on, addressing the trio of Ascendancy with feigned cooperation. Receiving the message via magicoms, Samantha gave a one-word affirmation.

She almost hoped they would follow.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

H i l a r i a

"Strike like a ram~!"

— Hilaria

"Hmm~?"

Hilaria had successfully managed to strike down one of the vehicles, but was confused at the other's actions, at least until the last moment. As the vehicle merged with whatever Billy had become, her expression darkened. This Lich was capable of assimilating things to grow in both size and power? That did not bode particularly well. Finding out exactly how powerful this thing could become was not amongst her priorities, so she would do what she could to prevent this.

And it seemed as though someone else had the same idea. "Ah, okay~!" she replied to the voice, but her attention was focused elsewhere. Given the fact this new amalgamation of fleshy maws was aiming to devour Billy (and probably her as well), she would have to act -- and fast.

Naturally, Hilaria's first objective was to avoid getting assimilated along with what had become of Billy. The slug did not betray traits one would commonly associate with patience, and as such it moved faster than one might expect a fleshy mass to. Therefore, with what little time she had, Hilaria had decided to forcefully move Billy out of its path, but that plan had a minor hitch ---

"Ah, Armadillo~! He needs to move~!" she nonchalantly warned the magical girl attempting to restrain Billy. Regrettably, keeping him still in this instance only made it easier for the fleshy masses to achieve their presumed goal of assimilation of each part. And given that thing's rapid approach, the 'artillery' Armadillo was hoping on would not reach Billy before he was devoured.

There was indeed a size disparity of sorts between the armored magical girl and the lich, but that did not make enough of a difference. This was especially so given that he'd recently lost a bit of mass after being cut from his prior skirmish. This meant that Hilaria's goal of knocking Billy out of the way should be sound, even if it may annoy or otherwise irritate her strange-named ally. With a strong kick off the concrete, Hilaria rushed straight for the Lich, scutum braced before her.

S i l h o u e t t e

"I could be fighting Ninha right now."

Silhouette

"..."

From rooftop to rooftop at blinding speeds, Silhouette pressed on. Her current objective was obviously reach her fellow Cradle agent and provide assistance in dealing with the lich. But despite her swiftness, the trip felt as though it was taking ages. Samantha couldn't get the other girl, Ninha, out of her head. It was a momentary engagement lasting all of a minute. An exchanging of blows between two powerful beings, yet without decisiveness. One that was, in the grand scheme of things, fatuous.

But also so very enjoyable.

Samantha didn't want to admit it. A senseless fight like that should have evoked feelings of disgust, of irritation. Yet all she could feel, at the moment, was disappointment. A longing to ignore her orders and return to the other girl to finish what they had started. To feel the thrill of battle, in short. It went against what Silhouette believed to a core trait of an assassin. What separated them from common murderers. Her pride would normally not allow this. How could she be no different than some violent thug, some cruel beast? She had class!

...right?

That's... not right.

At last, an admission. Not from The Voice, but from Samantha herself. She'd... understood that she had only ever been denying herself, all this time. The Voice was nothing more than a part of her nature, crying out. Coming to terms with this... there would absolutely be significant changes to come...

But for now, Silhouette had a job to accomplish. Her arrival at the location of the battlefield was timely; she managed to show up a with enough time to make sense of the situation. Her crimson orbs observed the bizarre sights from above, glancing over the dinosaurs and whatnot. She might have shown surprise were it not for the fact Penrose seemed to attract these sorts of things almost on the daily.

Eventually, her eyes settled upon her fellow Cradle agent, Tetrad. Thanks to their connection via Veronica, locating another agent was almost as easy as it was to breathe. At the time of Silhouette's arrival, she had just begun flinging many a card at various targets, one of which included Mika, whom Sil couldn't help but notice her gaze drag on, before then assaulting the bulky lich with a few different sorts of cards. Most importantly, however, was that she'd noticed the intense magical presence within the orbs on the shoulder of the lich. If there was anything housing its soul, those had to be it. Deciding it best to help finish this quickly, she became intent on joining up with the Cradle agent, and Silhouette descended from the building she had been perched on with a thud, reaching ground level. However, as she did so, an explosion erupted as a result of Tetrad's actions, covering the three figures of interest in a thick, black cloud.

Silhouette retrieved her blade and approached the cloud, but did not immediately dive into it. Waiting for it to disperse or for the people inside to act was, in her opinion, a better decision.

E m i l y

"I didn't mean to cause any trouble"

— Emily

Emily let out a high-pitched yelp as fangs found themselves dug into her flesh, a loud crack signaling that the attack had also managed to break the bone in her arm. The pain she experienced was great enough to make her weak at the knees, and that was without bringing into consideration the claws of hers that tore at her midsection, drawing blood. She very much wanted to cry.

But now was not the time. The injured girl threw strength into her arm and tried to pry herself away from the maw of what had been her ally just moments prior, but this feat was difficult. She summoned flames in her hand that would hopefully cause Lupa to back off.

Emily wasn't entirely sure what had happened to Lupa, but she understood that it probably not intentional. Was this a result of the Lich's music? She knew that it couldn't be entirely this, but that it might have been the trigger. Worrying about this now, however, was pointless. With her arms and her side injured, she couldn't imagine any close-range engagements leading to anything but her assured death. With this blatant disadvantage factored in, Emily immediately attempted to take off after separating from Lupa, but found the pain to be too great. She was sure she could eventually adjust to it and push it to the back of her mind, but that would take some time; time she did not currently have. At least not until she received some help.

The girl she had saved moments ago confronted Lupa and managed to blow her away. She had not defeated Lupa, but there had been some desperately-needed space between them and her. It was nothing short of a godsend, but Emily couldn't find it in her to be happy when she saw Lupa get hurt. Still, it would probably be best to focus on the clones she had summoned before worryi---

"E-eh!?" gasped in surprise, suddenly experiencing the feeling of being hoisted over a shoulder and then carried.

Helga apparently had formed some sort of plan that involved carrying Emily away. Being in the state she was, the fire girl couldn't exactly prevent Helga from doing this, even when the pain from her sides was threatening to overwhelm her. Emily was sure that this girl had good intentions, however.

Eventually, the two gained enough distance from the concert and the girl removed her sound magic from Emily, allowing the girl to hear again. With that, Emily was feeling well enough to ask the girl to set her down. Assuming she did, Emily would answer, "Oh, my name Emily...!" she gave a quick bow, clenching her teeth at the pain that assailed her when she did so. But she still wanted to give the girl a proper introduction, and so allowed her to give her name in return before continuing. "T-thank you for helping me!" she was cradling herself with her one good arm, and her bad one fell to her side. It was likely a better idea to get her wounds treated, but she didn't seem like the thought had crossed her mind as she immediately brought up other things. "Oh, I hope Lupa is okay... I'm not sure why she did all of that, but it's my fault for bringing her here, I'm sure. I need to help her snap out of it, so I should return..." she gave a weak smile. "Um, thanks again..."

Saying this, Emily would begin stumbling her way back towards the concert, trying her best to ignore both the pain and the stenches she was suffering.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Lasso of truth that shit

Alternatively make them capable of light speed and then hope you never run into a wall of null magic or the RP will end.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

H i l a r i a

"From off the turnbuckle!"

— Hilaria

Over the course of her extended lifetime, Hilaria had come to understand that entropy reigned supreme on the battlefield. There was no understanding it, no true comprehension available to anyone in the moment-to-moment clashes. Where one second was subtle and quiet, only to erupt into cacophony and disorder. When blood and breath is the cost, most rational thoughts cease to be and the integrity of the casus belli becomes an afterthought.

A thousand years subject to this insanity had allowed her to make the most effective use of this chaos, by simply going with the flow. Simple as that was, a lot of unfortunate souls try to wade through dangerous waters by attempting to make sense of it all. Asking 'why' was time you could spend keeping track of important information, like what your immediate foes may be doing. Even if he was the main attraction, Billy wasn't her current worry.

Hilaria braced herself against the relentless assault of Cadillac, refusing to lose ground. The vehicle was doing a lot more damage to itself than it was to her, by the looks of things, and she didn't have any qualms about allowing it to continue this futile charge. It was no different than a toddler trying to knock a grown adult down. Entirely Unbreakable.

...Until she broke, that is.

Spying the monstrous approach of the military truck's maw, the ancient bulwark of a magical girl opted against remaining still. It could not be said that she was the swiftest girl alive, but that did not mean she was only capable of being stationary. As the beast neared her, she lept into the air, just above the cabin, and utilized her magics to come down hard, scutum at the forefront of the drop.

E m i l y

"Darn it!"

— Emily

Oh no! Oh no, oh no!

The situation was far from as simple as she hoped it would be. There were so many spirits that she had no chance of ending this singer's session, at least not from a distance. The sheer amount of 'bodies' between them was enough to give her a heart attack. She always desired to be Lucifer, the morning star. A light that shone from so far away, to those in need. And she shone brightest when she was pitted against an abundance of foes, clumped together. But this was quite absurd. How far away was this Lich drawing these spirits from?!

The girl sighed in relief when support came in the form of a few of her sisters, with Lupa being one of them. Emily had begun to provide assistance to her allies by throwing some flames towards what should have been the approaching mob... but soon noticed none of them were hostile? That evoked confusion from her. What was going on?

"...?"

She caught what she believed to be a wink from the Endsinger, but perhaps it was a trick of the eye, or more likely the Lich's influence. This song was tainted and had to be getting to her, but she somehow felt as though it would be disappointing to attempt to deafen herself, like she gathered Helga had. No reason to think too much on it, though, it was insignificant, and there was a very pressing matter that urgently made itself clear.

It was hard not to catch sight of Lupa's transformation. Becoming a humanoid wolf was not exactly a subtle thing. But as interesting as that was, it was what she was attempting to do next that made things dire. She could feel the bloodlust eminating from the animal she had become, and it was directed at Helga, there was no mistaking it. Emily turned pale, as in this hectic place, someone who couldn't hear was easily blindsided.

It didn't take Emily more than a moment to decide her course of action. With a powerful thrust, she boosted her way towards Helga as fast as she could. It would be close, but Emily would come between the two and raise her fist weapons up in defense of the girl, knowing that she'd be at a severe disadvantage at such range.

But if it was to protect someone, particularly a sister, then so be it.

S i l h o u e t t e

"MOM YOU CAN'T PAUSE AN ONLINE GAME, JEEZ"

Silhouette

"Ngh..."

A low grunt escaped Samantha's lips as she felt the burning sensation of pain as a result of being penetrated.

Her foe had proven to be a fair deal more durable than she had predicted. Although Silhouette did not expect her blow to be fatal or enough to end the fight, she had hoped it would have had any sort of noticeable effect on Nina. Whatever the deal was with this girl, she was unlikely to stand victorious here if she didn't make use of her deadlier weaponry. This being rather obvious, it effectively took zero time to come to this conclusion, and so her mind was free to focus on responding to the counterattack she was about to receive.

The Third Eye she possessed allowed her some notification before the the chains were actually visible. It gave her enough time to raise the hand with her dagger and deflect the lower one, but even though she tried to twist her body to avoid the other, it still found itself embedded into her, albeit further to the side than it had been fired at -- her shoulder, to be exact. A wound like this was almost negligible, given her excellent sustain in a fight, but it certainly did not feel pleasant. It was also quite obvious that they weren't simply thrown out at random, but deliberately focused at nonvital points on her.

This girl was, in a sense, merely roughhousing with Sil, and that had confirmed it. How dangerous and potentially fatal doing so with an unknown magical girl could be, yet Nina had shown zero hesitation in doing so. It was kind of barbaric to fight for the sake of fighting. Silhouette was above...

No, you're really not.

Samantha thought it would be nice to return the favor. She would take the knife she just used to avoid one blow, and thrust it towards the side of her closeby opponent. There was the likely potential of her foe deflecting it with another chain, but in the event it landed, it wasn't going to end up having little effect.

It certainly would be nice, but it wasn't going to happen. The reason being: Veronica had 'called', wishing her to cease this conflict and assist some of the other agents of the Crimson Cradle, who were currently occupied. She wanted to pretend that when notified of this, that she wasn't feeling a bit disappointed. But there was little point in lying to herself. Still, she would follow Veronica's orders. And because Nina was not a target of hers, she had no desire to try to kill the girl if she wasn't forced to.

So, Sil's planned retaliation was abandoned and replaced with a swift retreat. Assuming there was nothing to stop her, she would tear the chain out of her shoulder, cursing the sharp pain she experienced while doing so, and used her teleportation to place a solid amount of distance between them. It was definitely anticlimactic, and much like her bout with the mechanical girl, Penny, she did feel a desire to engage with this girl once again, when she could do so.

"As exciting as this introduction was, I'm afraid I must leave." she explained, then added, "And it's Silhouette." she told the girl, finding her action strange. Why did she even bother telling this girl her name? She did not have any reason to do so, but still she did. There was a momentary pause. Perhaps she waited for the girl to give hers in return, if she did so. Even if not, she would depart anyways, jumping and blinking away.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

<Snipped quote by FamishedPants>

You dont need to be a magical girl to me in my dreams uwu

@Phonic

Leave me alone.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Last magical girl I saw who could dive into other people's dreams indirectly led to the murder of most of the cast of the show.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

S i l h o u e t t e

"*Ping*(Silhouette) flash 5:20"

Silhouette

So that's their quirk, is it?

Silhouette wasn't going to end this fight in a single move, much to her pl-- er, dismay. Though she fended off the strike by the chain, it did not cease at one attempt, placing Sil in a position where she could feasibly be attacked from in front as well as behind simultaneously. Some would call this a disadvantage, but it was not like Sil had no options here. She had no trouble thinking of a few different ways out, it was just that not all would be ideal. She eventually decided on one route that made use of what she considered her 'win condition' for this particular fight -- namely, spacing.

As was typically the case, Sil found herself in a disadvantage when it came to range. Really, the only time she ever out ranged anyone was when she was against a Fist user, but this simply meant she was accustomed to dealing with this sort of situation. Her M.O was rather straightforwards: Pressure her opponent, give them no space to breath, and land a decisive blow when an opening presents itself. Until this girl gave her reason to think otherwise, she'd assume this would be the best approach.

"...Hmm."

She did not run in a straight line towards her foe, her route having a slight outwards curve to it towards the side that wasn't blocked by chain. It wasn't much, but it was noticeable and her foe wouldn't have any trouble seeing she wouldn't be backing off. She knew she could reach her opponent before the chain behind her caught her, but that didn't mean she could slack off. Short as the time was between the chain's turn and Silhouette reaching nearly zero distance from the girl, she succeeded in placing her empty closed hand into Stasis with trace of her other hand, and then raising said fist across her chest, as though she intended to backhand the girl before her. Finally, as she reached striking range, her gaze dropped down and Sil suddenly vanished.

She immediately reappeared right behind her opponent, almost back-to-back, her fist still raised to her breast. With a sharp twist of her body, she would extend her arm and attempt to land a blow on the side of her opponent's head.