As the blood flew into the air, Priscilla shifted her body in order to make sure the scythe didn't dig deeper into her shoulder. With a small tumble, she managed to land a few meters away. With each second that passed the fog thickened up more, drawing on both Priscilla's essence and the blood that rushed out of her wound.
I had no clue this mist would be so useful. But I can't seem to draw any closer to her, at least not without getting diced up. Any ideas Sors? Priscilla chose not to speak, in case Valentina's keen hearing would've picked up on it and came to deliver a fatal blow.
'My best idea is to simply keep striking, it's not like any of your spells could make it past the barrier. Actually...maybe the Justice Tarot could.'
No point exploring that route, the card is in my bag.
'Dumb girl. You should always carry your trump card with you.'
