[ there's two dead reindeer on the ground and a woman above them, calmly putting down her sword. she near feels bad for having to kill something so innocent. truly the symbol of christmas spi--
oh right, they rushed at her first and near pinned her against a tree while drooling blood. no, she's not feeling bad about that. however, she'd been slightly caught off-guard with all the… everything going on in her mind, which resulted in a bit of a hit on her sword arm from rudolph the red-nosed killer. still, it all worked out. hardly. but she'll play at it being easy anyway. ]
You should've known it'd take more than not playing fair for two of you to beat me.
[ yeah! take that, stupid deer! she's just going to clutch her injured arm with her good hand (like that'll heal it) before she continues on.
nevermind that there's more killer reindeer out there and she should probably not go around without tending to her wounds but common sense is for wussies. as is removing antlers, apparently, which you're free to do yourself. or just come say hi before more reindeer approach. just don't bring one with you. ]
[ phase iii ]
[ milla's crouched somewhere out of sight but near the entrance to the labyrinth, sword held but pierced into the snow beside her, looking just a tad fatigued. she's taking peeks out of her hiding spot to mr. kawaii minotaur from time to time; she doesn't seem scared, but actually somewhat amazed (in a bad way) and completely confused. this day, this entire day. ]
After everything it took to get here, he's the one that wants a hug? [ mumbled to herself. ] What a joke… As if I'll fall for that.
[ however, she will fall for any surprise approaches. she's incredibly concentrated on not being fooled by these dastardly hugging schemes that she'll hardly notice anyone. ]
[ bonus ]
[ there's weird (reindeer), there's weirder (hugging minotaurs), and then there's this place. milla has a high tolerance for bullshit (read: she doesn't), but despite that she's walking around quite visibly annoyed with absolutely… well, everything. the world. the sprig of mistletoe floating around her head, which she's swatting at occasionally while rubbing at her mouth with the back of her hand.
effective.
should you feel concern or curiosity towards the woman with the long blonde hair who's given up and is currently ignoring the mistletoe to death, you'll only get a couple of steps closer to her before she notices you with some sort of panic and near squeaks out: ]
Don't you dare come any closer!
[ she knows what evil these mistletoe spirits unleash. (she also knows what minotaur lips taste like, if they could even be called that.) she's not giving them any more chances. ]
milla | tales of xillia 2
[ there's two dead reindeer on the ground and a woman above them, calmly putting down her sword. she near feels bad for having to kill something so innocent. truly the symbol of christmas spi--
oh right, they rushed at her first and near pinned her against a tree while drooling blood. no, she's not feeling bad about that. however, she'd been slightly caught off-guard with all the… everything going on in her mind, which resulted in a bit of a hit on her sword arm from rudolph the red-nosed killer. still, it all worked out. hardly. but she'll play at it being easy anyway. ]
You should've known it'd take more than not playing fair for two of you to beat me.
[ yeah! take that, stupid deer! she's just going to clutch her injured arm with her good hand (like that'll heal it) before she continues on.
nevermind that there's more killer reindeer out there and she should probably not go around without tending to her wounds but common sense is for wussies. as is removing antlers, apparently, which you're free to do yourself. or just come say hi before more reindeer approach. just don't bring one with you. ]
[ phase iii ]
[ milla's crouched somewhere out of sight but near the entrance to the labyrinth, sword held but pierced into the snow beside her, looking just a tad fatigued. she's taking peeks out of her hiding spot to mr. kawaii minotaur from time to time; she doesn't seem scared, but actually somewhat amazed (in a bad way) and completely confused. this day, this entire day. ]
After everything it took to get here, he's the one that wants a hug? [ mumbled to herself. ] What a joke… As if I'll fall for that.
[ however, she will fall for any surprise approaches. she's incredibly concentrated on not being fooled by these dastardly hugging schemes that she'll hardly notice anyone. ]
[ bonus ]
[ there's weird (reindeer), there's weirder (hugging minotaurs), and then there's this place. milla has a high tolerance for bullshit (read: she doesn't), but despite that she's walking around quite visibly annoyed with absolutely… well, everything. the world. the sprig of mistletoe floating around her head, which she's swatting at occasionally while rubbing at her mouth with the back of her hand.
effective.
should you feel concern or curiosity towards the woman with the long blonde hair who's given up and is currently ignoring the mistletoe to death, you'll only get a couple of steps closer to her before she notices you with some sort of panic and near squeaks out: ]
Don't you dare come any closer!
[ she knows what evil these mistletoe spirits unleash. (she also knows what minotaur lips taste like, if they could even be called that.) she's not giving them any more chances. ]