They're not here to talk, Bruno. They're after your soul.
[Akira jumps back and sends his dagger flying at the group, its sharp edge severing the hand from the brown-eyed siren. She hisses and shrieks, her cry that of a predatory beast, her disembodied hand losing its shape and pouring back into the lake.
In an instant, the mood shifts. Those three women reveal their true forms, rage narrowing their eyes, sharpened nails on the ends of their fingers. They drop their hold on Bruno at once and lunge after Akira who narrowly avoids getting caught in their snare with a well-timed backflip. By now, Bruno should know where this is going.]
Bruno!
[Akira sweeps out his arm and a selection of cards appears before Bruno. Sorry to force you into combat, buddy, but Akira saw no better way to get his point across.]
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[Akira jumps back and sends his dagger flying at the group, its sharp edge severing the hand from the brown-eyed siren. She hisses and shrieks, her cry that of a predatory beast, her disembodied hand losing its shape and pouring back into the lake.
In an instant, the mood shifts. Those three women reveal their true forms, rage narrowing their eyes, sharpened nails on the ends of their fingers. They drop their hold on Bruno at once and lunge after Akira who narrowly avoids getting caught in their snare with a well-timed backflip. By now, Bruno should know where this is going.]
Bruno!
[Akira sweeps out his arm and a selection of cards appears before Bruno. Sorry to force you into combat, buddy, but Akira saw no better way to get his point across.]