[ She is running on very little sleep in the last 48 hours and later, she will acknowledge that this is her own fault. She should have stopped long ago, should have rested and refueled at the Crystallarium. Yet Y'sholta's words, her words of concern to Urianger about the light aether still ring in her ears and her mind will not shut down and let her stop. There is no looming danger of becoming a Lightwarden if she does not give herself time to process it and truly consider what that could mean for her friends and this world.
That's why she is not thinking straight enough to switch classes to something more suited to survival - she should be happy to relish in her prowess as an Dark Knight, to be the Warrior of Darkness and not of Light for once -- No, her mistake is she didn't want to think more than she had to about easy tasks. Casting and jumping around as a Red Mage, throwing vercure on herself when it was needed, all of it required little thought from her.
Caligi just wasn't expecting that she would find herself surrounded, low on aether for the moment and the exhaustion creeping up on her and nearly out of her stock of potions. She tends off another monster, then another and as she began retreating backwards, she trips backwards over her own feet. She lands on her back, red haired he'd smacking hard against the ground and leaving her dizzy.
In that moment, she is scared. Not in the same way she was scared of Zenos when she first met him, not in the way that she becomes afraid for her people and found family, but scared that there will be no coming back from this. Afraid for what Corona will do when they realize that she's no where to be found and afraid of what she will be leaving behind unfinished. It is a gut clenching feeling, one so foreign to her that she swears to Rhalgr that she's surprised her anger hasn't begun to fuel her immediately.
It does, finally, kick in as she puts a boot hard into a lunging monster and forces it back with a gutteral scream of frustration. She begins to reach for the rapier that was knocked out of her hand by her fall, only to see she's managed to drop it just out of her reach. ]
/wheezes
That's why she is not thinking straight enough to switch classes to something more suited to survival - she should be happy to relish in her prowess as an Dark Knight, to be the Warrior of Darkness and not of Light for once -- No, her mistake is she didn't want to think more than she had to about easy tasks. Casting and jumping around as a Red Mage, throwing vercure on herself when it was needed, all of it required little thought from her.
Caligi just wasn't expecting that she would find herself surrounded, low on aether for the moment and the exhaustion creeping up on her and nearly out of her stock of potions. She tends off another monster, then another and as she began retreating backwards, she trips backwards over her own feet. She lands on her back, red haired he'd smacking hard against the ground and leaving her dizzy.
In that moment, she is scared. Not in the same way she was scared of Zenos when she first met him, not in the way that she becomes afraid for her people and found family, but scared that there will be no coming back from this. Afraid for what Corona will do when they realize that she's no where to be found and afraid of what she will be leaving behind unfinished. It is a gut clenching feeling, one so foreign to her that she swears to Rhalgr that she's surprised her anger hasn't begun to fuel her immediately.
It does, finally, kick in as she puts a boot hard into a lunging monster and forces it back with a gutteral scream of frustration. She begins to reach for the rapier that was knocked out of her hand by her fall, only to see she's managed to drop it just out of her reach. ]
Oh for fucks sake!