Prescription Dread (Mod)

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha proceeded further into the hospital. After her last battle, she took a moment to rest and pray for the fallen. She was slightly winded, but that was primarily from the usage of Akasha Arts. So long as she didn't push herself too far, she felt that she'd be all right. Still, after whatever she encountered next, she'd call it a day and head on back. The issue was just finding the next enemy and deciding on how to neutralize the threat. Frankly, she was tired- not just physically from the battles, or mentally due to constantly being on her guard, but emotionally. There was so much riding her, on every User. Failure wasn't an option. Failing put her own life at risk, sure, but also the lives of others.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Comcast Returns 2:Electric Bugaloo

Grand Drive

• Gigantic Fist
• Bufudyne

Absorb: Repel: Null: Rs: Wk: Fire

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Nisha readied herself after seeing the massive. . . tank-robot-thing. She wasn't sure what to call it. Technology was not her forte. Calling forth Shango as she proceeded, the woman steeled herself and prepared to attack in sync with her Persona. She willed for an Akasha Arts. The surge of destructive force rammed into the Drive and thrust it into the wall. Just enough to get it stuck, it seemed. The woman charged in and slammed her crowbar into the Shadow, manage to rip a plate from it in the process. Putting distance between it and herself, she willed for another Akasha Arts, just in time to shove the recovered Shadow completely through the wall and into the one behind it. The woman shifted in, ready to follow up, but the Shadow was already dissolving by that point. It was a fortunate turn of events. She was growing tired.

[ChromaticTruthsayer]

Success!

You defeated the enemy!
You also found: Nope.

[Nisha Dovickssen]

Fatigue had gotten to her. It wasn't just the Shadow's fault. Things were gradually becoming bothersome. No, bothersome wasn't the correct term for it. The fatigue and the stress was piling up, and it was beginning to drag her down emotionally. She just needed to rest, she convinced herself. This approach of “one more battle” served to make her off another Shadow or two, but, ultimately, it just wore her down further. It was a downward spiral. As she planted her hands together and closed her eyes, she did pray, but she also wondered something. When would this mess finally end? When would the cage finally open?

Or, would it ever end?