[ They could move around. They could survive. But what does survival mean like that? Without the thing she cares for most? No, if she wants that, then it's so easy to get it. All she has to do is kill. Just kill the prey. Just one tiny action and she'll already be halfway towards her goal.
At this point Urotsuki hardly recognizes Wriggle anymore as her friend. It doesn't matter. Whoever it is, that's not the point, it's prey.
It's what she needs to kill.
So the moment they're practically right next to each other and it looks like Urotsuki slowly opens her mouth to talk to the other girl, her grip on the sword suddenly tightens instead and in a fluid and smooth movement - like she's all too used to killing things, even if it might not exactly be with a sword - she swings it to pierce it straight through Wriggle and nearly into the wall behind her, like she's pinning up an insect for display. She doesn't make a sound, but there's something slowly changing about the look in her eyes by the time she swings. ]
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At this point Urotsuki hardly recognizes Wriggle anymore as her friend. It doesn't matter. Whoever it is, that's not the point, it's prey.
It's what she needs to kill.
So the moment they're practically right next to each other and it looks like Urotsuki slowly opens her mouth to talk to the other girl, her grip on the sword suddenly tightens instead and in a fluid and smooth movement - like she's all too used to killing things, even if it might not exactly be with a sword - she swings it to pierce it straight through Wriggle and nearly into the wall behind her, like she's pinning up an insect for display. She doesn't make a sound, but there's something slowly changing about the look in her eyes by the time she swings. ]