Shura spun around at the count of one, raising the Evoker to her head and firing just above her ear. Her magatama panicked and shook violently at the base of her skull, adding to the searing headache she felt as something tore its way through her mind to get out, blinding her for a second as she reeled.
"THOU ART I, AND I AM THOU. I AM MATADOR, THE EXECUTIONER. LET US PURSUE PERFECT BEAUTY IN THE KILL TOGETHER!"
If she hadn't been busy willing the pain away, Shura would have laughed. Of course, what better Persona for a Fiend than another Fiend, one that instilled a healthy fear of the race and its combat abilities? She shook her head. Her mind was clearer now, like the first time she had switched magatamas and realised she knew exactly, somehow, what it could and couldn't do for her. Yes. She knew what Matador was, his weaknesses, his strength, his skills, everything.
"Gale Slash!" If she couldn't open with her fists, Matador's espada would have to do.
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"THOU ART I, AND I AM THOU. I AM MATADOR, THE EXECUTIONER. LET US PURSUE PERFECT BEAUTY IN THE KILL TOGETHER!"
If she hadn't been busy willing the pain away, Shura would have laughed. Of course, what better Persona for a Fiend than another Fiend, one that instilled a healthy fear of the race and its combat abilities? She shook her head. Her mind was clearer now, like the first time she had switched magatamas and realised she knew exactly, somehow, what it could and couldn't do for her. Yes. She knew what Matador was, his weaknesses, his strength, his skills, everything.
"Gale Slash!" If she couldn't open with her fists, Matador's espada would have to do.