She pulled at the chain, jaw tight as she tried to hold him firm enough to be kept but not so much as to make him just dissipate on her again. America would feel much better, all said, if it was bleeding.
Almost.She reached for her pendant.
Almost."Deus ex-"
Gone.Cursing she let go of the pendant and, childishly,
kicked dirt. It's been so close,
so ******** close. Enough that she decided, then and there, not to bother Taym over it. Once she'd succeeded? Then she could tell him, and it'd be good news all the way.
For a moment, America considered the small sense of loss she felt the idea of getting rid of the thing once and for all. Then she remembered that there was at least two more and cheered up a little.
It was always nice to have
goals.HP: 36
Dmg: 3
Charge: 2/3
Reply
