[ Memory or nightmare - everything feels painfully real in this moment that it wouldn't matter to her because the reality of what lies before her is too terrifying for her to ever accept. Something claws at her throat, threatening to tear itself from her flesh but she can't tell if it's a creature wrought from desperation and determination or the bloodlust of the cursed axe that she wields. Whatever it is, she hopes that it will help her reach him.
Another body falls before her and she's kicking it aside carelessly and rushing up the last several steps. The gunshot rings out, a sound that could be a shot from a canon were it not for the fact that she knows it's out of place here. She can only offer Clonidine a fleeting look of appreciation before she's rushing forward again. Something so minor shouldn't have caused the Ashen Demon to falter, but Hilda had always taken advantage of opportunities when they arose. As if she's done this once before she rushes forward, throwing herself between Claude and her former professor.
Relic meets Relic, but instead of metal it sounds distinctly like bone. The fight doesn't last long. She'd never be a match for the infamous Ashen Demon. Their sword cuts through her breastplate, across her throat and she crumples, feeling the cold begin to seep in as red blooms across the places that she'd been struck. She doesn't remember hearing Claude call out her name - maybe he hadn't, because why would he? - but pale green eyes look down at her almost remorsefully in spite of the cruel words that accompany them.
Even if you stopped me, this would have played out the exact same way. You can't save him, Hilda. You're just a disappointment.
The battlefield around them falls away leaving behind nothing but the stark white room Hilda had walked into as she curls in on herself with a sob. ]
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Another body falls before her and she's kicking it aside carelessly and rushing up the last several steps. The gunshot rings out, a sound that could be a shot from a canon were it not for the fact that she knows it's out of place here. She can only offer Clonidine a fleeting look of appreciation before she's rushing forward again. Something so minor shouldn't have caused the Ashen Demon to falter, but Hilda had always taken advantage of opportunities when they arose.
As if she's done this once before she rushes forward, throwing herself between Claude and her former professor.
Relic meets Relic, but instead of metal it sounds distinctly like bone. The fight doesn't last long. She'd never be a match for the infamous Ashen Demon. Their sword cuts through her breastplate, across her throat and she crumples, feeling the cold begin to seep in as red blooms across the places that she'd been struck. She doesn't remember hearing Claude call out her name - maybe he hadn't, because why would he? - but pale green eyes look down at her almost remorsefully in spite of the cruel words that accompany them.
Even if you stopped me, this would have played out the exact same way. You can't save him, Hilda. You're just a disappointment.
The battlefield around them falls away leaving behind nothing but the stark white room Hilda had walked into as she curls in on herself with a sob. ]