[ here she is, looking like a very perturbed Lara Croft palette swap. truthfuly, she was in her element in a situation like this, but Lightning could manage to find something to be grumpy about in any situation. even, like, her birthday or something. you might notice her snap a few times and grunt when nothing seems to happen. she was trying to get her grav-con unit to work, but it seemed like it wouldn't be of any help here.
she doesn't really need it, though. she effortlessly catapults herself forward, latching onto one vine and swinging herself in a calculated way to the next. thanks, guardian corps, at least you did something for her.
she'll land crouched on her feet at her destination, turning to look back to see.. wait, what, she just fell right off a cliff, and down below is a dark abyss of nothing. she manages to grab on to the cliff before falling, trying her hardest to pull herself up one handed. she was positive a cliff wasn't there before..
in between struggling grunts: ] I think the difficulty level just spiked.
bonus
[ so this guy sucks. she'd lock him in the freezer if she could.
it's through gritted teeth when Lightning asks him to direct her to the dungeon. she just wanted to get this over with, honestly, and if that's the only way to move things along, so be it. she could talk to this guy. she wouldn't like it, though.
when a rather rotund bear plummets from the sky and she has to unload a whole round on it, though, she decided that she had had enough. she charges at the butler and intends to deck him right on his ass, but right as her fist should logically connect to his face, it disappears.. save his eyes and teeth.. which was weird. ] Wha— [ that's all Lightning gets out before she loses her footing and phases through him, rolling away and right into the strangely blue pool.
when her head pops up, her face is one of silent anguish. ]
lightning // final fantasy xiii
[ here she is, looking like a very perturbed Lara Croft palette swap. truthfuly, she was in her element in a situation like this, but Lightning could manage to find something to be grumpy about in any situation. even, like, her birthday or something. you might notice her snap a few times and grunt when nothing seems to happen. she was trying to get her grav-con unit to work, but it seemed like it wouldn't be of any help here.
she doesn't really need it, though. she effortlessly catapults herself forward, latching onto one vine and swinging herself in a calculated way to the next. thanks, guardian corps, at least you did something for her.
she'll land crouched on her feet at her destination, turning to look back to see.. wait, what, she just fell right off a cliff, and down below is a dark abyss of nothing. she manages to grab on to the cliff before falling, trying her hardest to pull herself up one handed. she was positive a cliff wasn't there before..
in between struggling grunts: ] I think the difficulty level just spiked.
bonus
[ so this guy sucks. she'd lock him in the freezer if she could.
it's through gritted teeth when Lightning asks him to direct her to the dungeon. she just wanted to get this over with, honestly, and if that's the only way to move things along, so be it. she could talk to this guy. she wouldn't like it, though.
when a rather rotund bear plummets from the sky and she has to unload a whole round on it, though, she decided that she had had enough. she charges at the butler and intends to deck him right on his ass, but right as her fist should logically connect to his face, it disappears.. save his eyes and teeth.. which was weird. ] Wha— [ that's all Lightning gets out before she loses her footing and phases through him, rolling away and right into the strangely blue pool.
when her head pops up, her face is one of silent anguish. ]
I'm sick of this game.