[The buxom girl stares at her cluelessly. And after a moment of fear she might have felt towards the near-seven-feet-tall desperate warrior, she just smiles at her.
Daisy remembers her clone.
She lowers her combat stance, her irises still retracted and muscles still tense, but calmed with just the pink-haired girl's smile. If she knew magic, or was adept at any form of self-defense, she would've taken a combat stance of sorts. She was scared, but not as much as Daisy was.
Daisy gathers her breath. To conserve what remains of her sanity.]
You're not a wizard.
[But something is frightening the soldier.]
Something's happening to me. My senses are dulling. My abilities.
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Daisy remembers her clone.
She lowers her combat stance, her irises still retracted and muscles still tense, but calmed with just the pink-haired girl's smile. If she knew magic, or was adept at any form of self-defense, she would've taken a combat stance of sorts. She was scared, but not as much as Daisy was.
Daisy gathers her breath. To conserve what remains of her sanity.]
You're not a wizard.
[But something is frightening the soldier.]
Something's happening to me. My senses are dulling. My abilities.