Tsugumi Uro
Location: Northern Cross Academy Grounds, Tomobiki
Phase: Morning
Date: April 12th, 2056
Event Stock: 2
Seither Rating: 80
Stamina: 11
There was an unnerving amount of intelligence in those lifeless glass eyes.
Whether it bore all the abilities and faculties of a human being or not, there is no denying that the massive doll's head seems to follow along with your path as you move, at least initially, before a sudden surge in the Seithr flow in the area forces it to turn to face a certain fortune-teller crouching low in the darkness to avoid the swirling storm of tables and chairs that continues to surge throughout the area as a sort of environmental hazard, carried along by endless whirling winds.
While she certainly intended to attack now that things had gone this far south, the Seithr here was limited, and so there was a certain caution to her actions that keeps her from acting immediately, from burning through most of the reserves to use one of her trumps until she's positive it will work, and thus when you charge, the only immediate support she can give is lighting up her own existence like a beacon, drawing whatever Seithr she can towards herself in an attempt to appear as the larger of the two threats in the room.
And it seems to believe it.
While it stomps the ground with all the physical force of an explosion as you draw near, pieces of concrete shooting up and out against you as a hail of impromptu bullets carried by a shock-wave of air, the doll's movements are just slow enough that by the time it thinks to grab you it is a bit too late, the human that it had underestimated as physically too weak to harm it, slamming into it's back with a momentum that carried a loud cracking sound as cut cloth and porcelain alike starts to give way beneath the super-humanly strong strike.
It's even strong enough to cause the doll to stumble, it's massive body lurching forward as the impact causes it to overstep it's bound towards Chiasa; not a complete take-down by any means, but a sign that it was not incapable of being shaken up by the attacks of the Unions.
Indeed, if you were to strike again before it regained it's balance, it was likely that you would be able to knock it down entirely; or failing that, at least pierce through it's body and find out what the insides are like, and if there was something in there that could perhaps lead to a more decisive victory. While reaching the floor again would take a few moments too long, the nearby wall seems easy enough to bounce off of in order to build more momentum for a crashing repeat of your previous action but-!
There was something wrapped around your gauntlets -and consequently your arms- now.
Pieces -or rather singular strands- of the crimson cloth that you had shredded apart during your efforts to get up to this point on the doll's body.
Only semi-visible due to the conditions of the room, it seemed that they had started wrapping around you as you moved, and while it hadn't seemed particularly threatening at the time, the feeling you get now is that of someone or something purposefully pulling the threads tight, painfully binding your arms together in spite of no one being around to do such a thing, as if...
The thread itself, the thread that made up the doll's clothing...
Was a manifestation of some other sort of power, the creation or product of some sort of foreign Drive, if the uncomfortable feeling your Crystal was giving off was any indication-!
-Hekatonkheires-
A Drive that is capable of the generation of supernatural 'wires' that the user is capable of both controlling to a certain extent or setting into an auto defense-mode seemingly managed remotely by the Drive Crystal; while the Doll itself does not hold a drive, it seems that the clothes it wears were hand-knit by the owner using this 'wire' or 'thread' and that it can act independently from the doll because of this, attempting to bind those that get too close so long as enough of itself remains to wrap itself around the opponent; while it's tensile strength is unmatched to the point of being impossible to break in that fashion, it's shear strength appears to be lacking in comparison...
The grip is so tight it's starting to leave marks in the metal gauntlets, although the claws remain relatively intact for now.
Distracted by this sudden ensnarement, one of the many flying tables comes crashing into you from the side, jarring your focus and throwing you bodily onto the floor, bouncing off the concrete with a painful bounce that elicited a surprised yell from the distant Chiasa.
It hurt.
Not unbelievably so, but enough for you to feel stunned for a moment as metaphorical lightning shoots up and down your spine; it's a small stun, one that recover from in less than a second but...
Just like that, you can feel something, another strand of crimson thread, wrapping itself around your right leg...
Dragging you across the ruined and destroyed ground, towards the doll that was marching straight across the room towards Chiasa now, reeling you in as if you were some sort of fish that it had happened to catch with a hook and was no longer bothering to watch.