Tyzias has seen a lot of buckwild things in her day. Evil overlords who looked like (and were) some edgy teen with no talent for character design's OC. A seizure-inducing catperson tearing said evil overlord apart. Physical embodiments of RPG commands. The list goes on.
But she has to admit, Tyzias really wasn't expecting this. As the Beedrill flies at her, Tyzias braces herself, summoning Caledfwlch and Dragon's Spine... only for her to get assaulted by not two venomous spikes, but four. Shit.
To her credit, Tyzias keeps her cool. Her arms are a blur as she parries, blocks, deflects, and dodges the Beedrill's assault, but for now? That's all she can do until she can find her footing again. Metaphorically. Since she and the Mega Beedrill are zipping across the arena at supersonic speeds. Whatever the case, she's barely holding her own.
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But she has to admit, Tyzias really wasn't expecting this. As the Beedrill flies at her, Tyzias braces herself, summoning Caledfwlch and Dragon's Spine... only for her to get assaulted by not two venomous spikes, but four. Shit.
To her credit, Tyzias keeps her cool. Her arms are a blur as she parries, blocks, deflects, and dodges the Beedrill's assault, but for now? That's all she can do until she can find her footing again. Metaphorically. Since she and the Mega Beedrill are zipping across the arena at supersonic speeds. Whatever the case, she's barely holding her own.