As her 'ally' Nero took center stage in taking on the lightning mage, with Marianne continuing long-ranged support with her arrows, the tide took a dramatic and shocking turn of events. With Nero landing a surely crippling blow against the mage, to Marianne's eyes it appeared that it was so powerful that his armor shattered into pieces. But, something was odd. Something was off, wrong even. Nero's armor didn't simply fall apart and clatter to the ground in shards. No. Instead the armor
detached from him and reformed into something...
else.Staring at the levitating creature, Marianne's mouth hung agape as she furiously blinked. Disbelief on her face as she tried to make sense of what exactly just happened. Nero's armor was a
living creature? A demonic seeming one at that, possibly having concealed the fact that Nero wasn't exactly male. Just that ...
her cursed armor made her appear so, for whatever reason that may be. Nero had apparently broken some agreement or pact that
she had with the demonic armor and now it sought out a new host. Cold fear gripped Marianne when the little imp's eyes locked immediately on her. Marianne's breath left her as her eyes widened, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face. She struggled to move.
In a moment of rare clumsiness, Marianne took a blind step backwards. Her heel catching against an uneven part of the terrain, she tripped and fell on her rear. This was ridiculous. Moments before they were doing rather well against the undead hordes and the two conspirators. Things were going well, and now
this? The introduction of something else that could possibly well throw a stone in their battle rhythm? Marianne dryly swallowed, her heart pounding loudly within her chest as she futilely tried to scramble backwards and to her feet but to no avail as she continued to slip in her moment of broken composure. All she could do was shut her eyes, scream, and bring up her arms in a defensive manner as she braced for whatever came next.
Right about now, she wished she was home with her family. Lazily enjoying the peaceful days as they passed by endlessly and leading a simple, quiet life. What cushy, comfortable days she shared with her brothers and parents. It would've been too easy to resign from her knighthood and just lead the life of an Heiress. Sometimes, things just became too erratic and chaotic for her. One crazy, insane situation to the next. If only she knew what she was getting herself into as an Iron Rose.
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