Elza had accepted her fate. So when the cold embraced her the gunner thought death had finally come...
Then... her lungs felt like they were filling with water and something didn't feel right.
Her eyes snapped open and instinct kicked in. Two weapons sank down around her as she sprang into action. The first, a pistol, was within easy reach. The second, a long rifle sank faster. Swimming to reach it, Elza felt her lungs burn for oxygen but she didn't think of trying to allow any in until get fingers curled around the length of the barrel and she pulled it in safely. That familiar feeling of power and rightness coursed through her arm at the touch. Sturm.
Confusion swam through her mind. She had just been in Sajah village so how did she end up in this body of water.
Pulling the rifle in close to her, the gunner swam up and broke through the waters surface. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face, her chest heaved to draw in more breath, but her eyes darted around to watch as others also broke the waters surface and began to swim towards one the cliffs.
Elza was at a loss as to what had happened.
Clive.
She couldn't see him or that kid around anywhere. No. This wasn't how it was meant to be. The weight of the rifle in her hold was tremendous along with the guilt that came with it.
Her attention drifted again to that cliff off in the distance. Maybe there were answers there. Things couldn't be left this way and she needed to know what had happened. How has she survived?
The swim was uneventful, and as she reached the base of the cliff, Elza clutched onto the rocky edge and glanced up. There had better be an answer at the top especially considering she no longer felt any pain.
Slinging the rifle over her back and holstering the pistol, she began to scale the cliff. Graceful like a cat, the gunner pulled herself over the edge and stood up to take in her surroundings.
A Stone's Throw from Revenge
[Elza sat alone at the table. The inn was busy and most tables were full except for her own where she sat nursing a bowl of stew. The gunner may not have appeared to be paying attention to any of her surroundings, but that was further from the truth.
So much had occurred that she wasn't quite certain what to make of it all just yet. Little did the knight know that her peaceful meal would be interrupted soon enough.]
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Elza | Suikoden 2 | IronMoon | Kenetic /Green
Elza had accepted her fate. So when the cold embraced her the gunner thought death had finally come...
Then... her lungs felt like they were filling with water and something didn't feel right.
Her eyes snapped open and instinct kicked in. Two weapons sank down around her as she sprang into action. The first, a pistol, was within easy reach. The second, a long rifle sank faster. Swimming to reach it, Elza felt her lungs burn for oxygen but she didn't think of trying to allow any in until get fingers curled around the length of the barrel and she pulled it in safely. That familiar feeling of power and rightness coursed through her arm at the touch. Sturm.
Confusion swam through her mind. She had just been in Sajah village so how did she end up in this body of water.
Pulling the rifle in close to her, the gunner swam up and broke through the waters surface. Her blonde hair was plastered to her face, her chest heaved to draw in more breath, but her eyes darted around to watch as others also broke the waters surface and began to swim towards one the cliffs.
Elza was at a loss as to what had happened.
Clive.
She couldn't see him or that kid around anywhere. No. This wasn't how it was meant to be. The weight of the rifle in her hold was tremendous along with the guilt that came with it.
Her attention drifted again to that cliff off in the distance. Maybe there were answers there. Things couldn't be left this way and she needed to know what had happened. How has she survived?
The swim was uneventful, and as she reached the base of the cliff, Elza clutched onto the rocky edge and glanced up. There had better be an answer at the top especially considering she no longer felt any pain.
Slinging the rifle over her back and holstering the pistol, she began to scale the cliff. Graceful like a cat, the gunner pulled herself over the edge and stood up to take in her surroundings.
A Stone's Throw from Revenge
[Elza sat alone at the table. The inn was busy and most tables were full except for her own where she sat nursing a bowl of stew. The gunner may not have appeared to be paying attention to any of her surroundings, but that was further from the truth.
So much had occurred that she wasn't quite certain what to make of it all just yet. Little did the knight know that her peaceful meal would be interrupted soon enough.]
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