10-09-2018, 12:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]To say Cosette was panicking would be an understatement. She was terrified, running around the fortress like a chicken with it's head cut off, trying to get everything together for her impending doom. She sure as hell wasn't a fighter, and if push came to shove, she would much rather die out in the middle of the desert than at some Typhooner's claws. She was a coward like that, she supposed.
Finally she found herself facing the raid itself, shaking terribly and attempting to hide behind Valkyr's form. If--or when--things got out of hand, she was planning on making a bee-line for an escape, though she probably wouldn't get far with the sand. It would make a good projectile, at least, blind her attackers so she could get away. Her plan was set.
Finally she found herself facing the raid itself, shaking terribly and attempting to hide behind Valkyr's form. If--or when--things got out of hand, she was planning on making a bee-line for an escape, though she probably wouldn't get far with the sand. It would make a good projectile, at least, blind her attackers so she could get away. Her plan was set.