levitascado: (Default)
ライトニング {A.U} ([personal profile] levitascado) wrote in [community profile] gran_comm2012-02-27 10:02 pm

accidental video/voice

[When the device clicks on, there's nothing but a blur of motion and color. It's obvious that the owner of said device doesn't know it's on, and is in the middle of a very intense battle. There's a flash of red and claws and a loud cry of pain.]

I am not your lunch!

[The view shifts violently suddenly and a loud crack of thunder is heard moments later. Then things grow silent, the owner of the device coming to a stop. She sighs and shifts walking away.]

Now, before something else tries to kill me.

notevenfate: (Battle)

[personal profile] notevenfate 2012-02-28 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Fang's too busy fighting cie'th and half getting her ass kicked right now to listen to you Light. These monsters were meant to be taken on by a team, not by an individual person, like Fang has been doing. Though admittedly, most of the time she's been getting preemptive strikes on them, which makes these fights far easier. Of course she's gotta switch between sentinel (mediaguard) and commando a lot while getting rid of the arms, and then even throws in a little saboteur (deprotect) when she's down to just the shambling cie'th finally. The fight takes minutes instead of the seconds her, Light and Vanille could have cleared it in and by the end Fang's clearly been beaten bloody. She's still standing though, even if she's breathing pretty hard. Taking a moment to catch her breath and collect her head while leaning heavily on her lance a glance is then taken around, making sure there's no more threats in the immediate area before sorely making her way over to the communicator and picking it off the ground.

The back of her hand wipes at the busted lip.]

Stupid. [Yup... That had been the end of her sentence.]
notevenfate: (Pained)

[personal profile] notevenfate 2012-02-28 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Fang is just... You know what. Forget it. The communicator is clipped to her belt and she's going to be looking a nice place up high again where no cie'th can bash her over the head unexpectedly, cause, well, ow. Sighing heavily she'll sit, reaching up to scratch at the back of her head, some hair matted with blood and a grimace crosses her face for a split second as fingers brush against a wound on her head.]

Jus' be careful, yea?