12-02-2020, 03:29 PM
War was never on Magnolia's heels, her group avoided mass conflict. But as the call to action rose within the night, the cowboy rose with it. Durgan and Mister Cutter in their holsters and a bag of specialized poppits, meant to burn and blister, at her chest, she tore out of her home at the bay.
Leaping into the fray with her hook knife in her mouth and a sonorous scream leaving her, she dug into the opposing ranks, cutting, tearing, killing. Never built for battle but built for combat and speed, she was too quick to catch. The sounds of poppits hitting flesh sounded, followed by yells of pain.
"COME AND FACE ME, SHOW ME WHY AH SHOULD FEAR YAH!"
"Speech"
" And I might know of our future, / But then you still control the past. Only you know if we'll be together, / Only you know if we shall last! " ————————————————— ˗ˏˋ [abbr= Dio/19/Nonbinary]Me[/abbr] / [abbr=Byriath, Theseus, Kold, Scyllios, Brutei, Ares, Seven, Sylvest, Bloodstone, Sakura, Gohan, Chernabog, Red, Gawain, Hugo, Amegon, Julius, Morgan, Sakura, Laolong, Josiah, Morana, Celine, Dorothy, Olivier, Apocalypse, Jerikol, Mordred, DevilDog]Characters[/abbr] ˊˎ˗