[ In the wake of the deflected attack, Rhythm stands there in the steam, a little stunned. It'd been hard to hear much of anything over the awful noise, but she'd heard Raye talking — it had to have been to Senketsu, even when she couldn't hear him herself. What had he said? Did she do that because of him? She'd been so prepared to just fight this tooth and nail until it was over that now, she's not quite sure what to do but stare at Raye's back.
Unfortunately, that doesn't make anything better. Even putting the fact that she hates feeling helpless aside. As Senketsu lurches, gushing more steam, her state becomes way more obvious, now that Rhythm's paying attention. One hand tightens on the grip of her Belltier, and she feels the nails of her other curl into her palm. God, for all of her stupid macho posturing...
She's utterly pissed, for a number of reasons, but if anything — if really was Senketsu's doing, she owed him, and by proxy, Raye. The last thing she's going to leave this stupid fight with is a debt. In the clearing smoke and plumes of steam, the Tamagotchi's screen appears, and it's scrolling.
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Unfortunately, that doesn't make anything better. Even putting the fact that she hates feeling helpless aside. As Senketsu lurches, gushing more steam, her state becomes way more obvious, now that Rhythm's paying attention. One hand tightens on the grip of her Belltier, and she feels the nails of her other curl into her palm. God, for all of her stupid macho posturing...
She's utterly pissed, for a number of reasons, but if anything — if really was Senketsu's doing, she owed him, and by proxy, Raye. The last thing she's going to leave this stupid fight with is a debt. In the clearing smoke and plumes of steam, the Tamagotchi's screen appears, and it's scrolling.
Rhythm's heel scuffs against the pavement. ]
Let me distract it.