“Ooooh so some god or something refused to let her die peacefully. God that’s so much better.” She chuckled to herself and rolled her eyes. She shouldn’t be so morbid about it really but she couldn’t help her small bit of animosity to such tales. She wasn’t about to let that taint her view of Lily directly, but the tale itself could still earn a bit of a sharper tongue in response.
When the scene around them shifted and distorted, Mia no longer feeling she was on her knees, but instead standing in this odd plaza, the warehouses caught her attention first somehow, immediately wondering, with this odd memory business, what might be inside of them, but trying to keep her head in the zone as she soon spotted the tearful lily surrounded by some humanoid figures. With sharp tilts of her neck towards either shoulder and sharp but brief cracks resounding from each motion, she pulled a leg back, her arms out to her side, burning with fire as her magic circles appeared behind her forearms. A hint of something in her eye that hadn’t quite developed just right quite yet as she prepared herself.
“Didn’t even have to tell me. They’re all mine.”
This still felt a bit odd, but Mia couldn’t find herself passing up a challenge, bursting off the ground and keeping her stance low as she came in like an animal. As one of them made a swipe for her, she rolled forward onto her hands, pushing off them so her heel met the underside of one of the hazy figures jaws, their other foot landing on their chest to kick off and over the other, just in time for him to deliver a swipe to his friend in an effort to chase her, Mia landing in a brief skid with a roaring grin on her maw.
“What?!~ That all ya got for me!? No wonder. Figments of her imagination barely got the substance to handle me.~”
As one of the knightly figures draw their blade from the other, they each rushed Mia, the blonde dipping and swerving around their swipes. Her eyes growing wide behind those magical shades as a near hit cut through the front of her clothes, just barely scraping the flesh below, Mia reaching to the stinging wound with a hand, checking if she was actually bleeding, and shaking it off her hand. “Hopefully this isn’t one of those die in the dream situations… but hey if it ain’t, I don’t gotta worry about the risk!~”
Not that she ever cared too much about gathering scars, Mia felt a new bit of freedom at that thought, even if it may not be true, rushing him, she still dodged a sword thrust as it came at her, but made no effort to slow down out of self preservation, pounding a fiery fist through the knight’s torso, watching it careen across the plaza and through a decorative structure of some sort. She quickly turned, dodging two blade strikes, catching the third in her hand with a grin even as blood seeped down from her palm, throwing her other fist through the underside of their helmet, watching it rocket off and fade into cinders, the blonde dusting off her hands, and looking to Nyancelot, and Lily, checking which of the two needed more attention.