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Hikaru's breath is painful in her chest, every gulp of the frozen air piercing her lungs like icicles. Her cheeks were flushed with exertion and cold, and blood dripped from a scrape on her forehead. She was barely standing, knees shaking, once protective armor in shreds. "Why are you doing this?!"
The black haired boy stared at the girls, one by one. Hikaru stood in the center, her normal place, unofficial and unspoken leader of the three, Umi to her right, skin burned bright with the cold, and Fuu to the left, keeping herself steady only by grasping the hilt of her sword, buried deep in the snow coating what had once been a beautiful, warm garden. His eyes locked on each, knowing they were unequipped to even scratch him, but that they'd try anyway.
"Why are you--why are you hurting everyone like this?!" Hikaru's words caught his attention again, and he stared at her with little more emotion than scorn. He wouldn't answer, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction, instead crossing to Umi, first, and staring her in the eyes as the frost spread up her ankles and to her knees. Even the most equipped to deal with the cold shook with pain. Her armor was frozen so badly that a single touch from him would completely shatter her shoulder guards. This didn't matter to him, she was of no importance.
Hikaru he spent a little more time studying. She was fire incarnate, but holding herself back--and she seemed to be fairing the best of the three. Though her armor was nearly gone, and she was battered and bloody, she stared him right in the eyes, nearing hopelessness as she struggled to keep her will strong. They were the magic knights--they had to fix this world, whether the Mashin were with them or not. He flashed her a simple smile before his eyes locked on Fuu, whose knees finally buckled.
It was here that his malice was focused. It was her fault this was happening, her fault he hadn't disappeared when he wanted to.
"The gardens look so beautiful, don't they?"
The black haired boy stared at the girls, one by one. Hikaru stood in the center, her normal place, unofficial and unspoken leader of the three, Umi to her right, skin burned bright with the cold, and Fuu to the left, keeping herself steady only by grasping the hilt of her sword, buried deep in the snow coating what had once been a beautiful, warm garden. His eyes locked on each, knowing they were unequipped to even scratch him, but that they'd try anyway.
"Why are you--why are you hurting everyone like this?!" Hikaru's words caught his attention again, and he stared at her with little more emotion than scorn. He wouldn't answer, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction, instead crossing to Umi, first, and staring her in the eyes as the frost spread up her ankles and to her knees. Even the most equipped to deal with the cold shook with pain. Her armor was frozen so badly that a single touch from him would completely shatter her shoulder guards. This didn't matter to him, she was of no importance.
Hikaru he spent a little more time studying. She was fire incarnate, but holding herself back--and she seemed to be fairing the best of the three. Though her armor was nearly gone, and she was battered and bloody, she stared him right in the eyes, nearing hopelessness as she struggled to keep her will strong. They were the magic knights--they had to fix this world, whether the Mashin were with them or not. He flashed her a simple smile before his eyes locked on Fuu, whose knees finally buckled.
It was here that his malice was focused. It was her fault this was happening, her fault he hadn't disappeared when he wanted to.
"The gardens look so beautiful, don't they?"