Tsugumi Uro
Location: Northern Cross Academy (Eclipse)
Morning, April 12th, 2056
Event Stock: 2
Seither Rating: 80
Union Phase: 3
Putting everything you have into the strike -intent on completely burying your foe in a single instant- the result is something akin to simply slicing the porcelain body into two halves.
It's a violent climb, your climb up to the thing's head, one hand dragging it's way up through something that human muscle strength should not be able to just shear apart like this, the combination of the world's stresses and your own push on your crystal causing it to heat up even more as you clench down and really mean it this time, an odd feeling of elation running through you as an impulse to tear runs somewhat inhibited through your system.
You can recognize the feeling as foreign, an 'idea' introduced to you by your crystal; and while you don't exactly mean to indulge in it completely, you're a bit more wild than you have to be when you reach the doll's head, tearing one of your hands through and out of it so hard that the lightly enchanted gauntlet simply tears to pieces in your hands, turning into half of a card that flutters off into the now calming winds.
The inside of the doll seems empty.
Thinking that as porcelain and concrete fall down beneath and around you, supernatural energies giving way now that their wielders had been incapacitated through one means or another, you hop off of the crumbling body of the giant doll, brushing off now lifeless threads as they glitter and float throughout the room, no longer charged to the brim with Seithr or any other form of power.
Is it over?
While you'd like to say yes, the more rational part of you thinks of this as being "too easy."
After all, that had simply been ghost girl's doll, so where was she-?
As if summoned by this thought, the girl appears amongst the fractured remains of her once giant doll.
"Now now Alice, now is not the time to lie still... There are many more games to play."
And her words seem to cause a change amongst it.
Pushing it's way out of now moving rubble, the smaller doll, how it had been when you had first seen it, emerges from the shattered remains of what should have been it's own self as if it had managed to recreate itself once again in order to move to it's owner's side once again, staring at you, but clenching a massive hunk of stone in it's hand as if it was intending to use it as a sword...
No worse for the wear... But... Having destroyed it with your own hands already... Seeing it do something like this...
No...
"Ready for round two? I like to play until I win."
Calling out to you like that...
Your vision pulses as threads slowly start to thrum to life once more.