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Jan. 27th, 2013 03:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
failed_protector[1]
[Fighting is a thing that Lyuze has always known how to do. To defend, to protect. So here she is, doing what she was meant to be doing. There are large robots every, most already half rusted. They blindly reach for the young woman, they need to feel. They want to live. And Lyuze simply slashes through them, jumping up way past them only to come down on them, hard. With practiced ease, she jumps around, looking more like a gymnast than a killer. Her face is stoic.]
[2]
[There's a field of flowers. Something most might just walk past or ignore. There was nothing special about flowers, anyway, right? But for her, for Lyuze. They were beautiful. It wasn't often she had the opportunity to see the beautiful colors. To see something alive in a world that was mostly dead.]
[Fighting is a thing that Lyuze has always known how to do. To defend, to protect. So here she is, doing what she was meant to be doing. There are large robots every, most already half rusted. They blindly reach for the young woman, they need to feel. They want to live. And Lyuze simply slashes through them, jumping up way past them only to come down on them, hard. With practiced ease, she jumps around, looking more like a gymnast than a killer. Her face is stoic.]
[2]
[There's a field of flowers. Something most might just walk past or ignore. There was nothing special about flowers, anyway, right? But for her, for Lyuze. They were beautiful. It wasn't often she had the opportunity to see the beautiful colors. To see something alive in a world that was mostly dead.]
