Date: 2009-03-25 11:15 pm (UTC)
Auria jumped a mile as Hades's voice boomed through the arena, and she skipped several feet back from Tifa and Cloud. Her palms were sweating worse than ever. It was getting extremely difficult to keep a good grip on her hammer. If she tried to use a potion, she would probably drop it.

Fuck.

She was going to have to stay on the defensive, for the most part. Wait for them to make the first move. It would be up to her very scary opponents to keep the fight safe but convincing.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

wrfmlogsarchive: (Default)
World Refugees Final Mix

December 2012

S M T W T F S
      1
2345678
91011 12131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 10th, 2025 06:08 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios