[ Only a careful chosen few in this world know Arlecchino's name: Wriothesley, Lucina, Arlecchino's spider friend Henry, and now this random crowd of people...... mystery is truly dead.
Lucina's blade digs deep into the mannequin's side — and the mannequin uses that to its advantage, closing an iron grip around the sword like a vise to keep it there. It turns to fix its decussated eyes fix on Lucina, some new mockery on its lips.
From the blue comes a whirling blade. It strikes the ground by Lucina's hand, burying itself upright for her to take: a sword of similar size and shape to hers, but wicked around the edges, and a familiar crimson laced with black. The heat it emanates is obvious from Lucina's distance — the ground smokes vaguely where it's buried, weeds already catching fire — but should she take it, the grip won't scald her.
The mannequin's gaze shifts to the new sword with alarm. It lunges across to steal it away, but the sword in its side hinders its movement. ]
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Lucina's blade digs deep into the mannequin's side — and the mannequin uses that to its advantage, closing an iron grip around the sword like a vise to keep it there. It turns to fix its decussated eyes fix on Lucina, some new mockery on its lips.
From the blue comes a whirling blade. It strikes the ground by Lucina's hand, burying itself upright for her to take: a sword of similar size and shape to hers, but wicked around the edges, and a familiar crimson laced with black. The heat it emanates is obvious from Lucina's distance — the ground smokes vaguely where it's buried, weeds already catching fire — but should she take it, the grip won't scald her.
The mannequin's gaze shifts to the new sword with alarm. It lunges across to steal it away, but the sword in its side hinders its movement. ]