"You're gonna fight him, right?" She asks, looking over the massive form of the bigger monster. As she asks it, Twelve turns and looks with intensity down at Five. Several seconds pass as the two just stare at each other.
Then, Twelve lets her head loll backwards. It... goes way too far. Her entire body curves backwards and it's like she's doing a slow-motion backflip. The fabrics over her body whip outward in the air as the momentum of her body keeps going.
And then a much, much smaller body leaps forward out of the fabrics. The body is impossibly too small to be Twelve, but she's covered in the same fabrics that Twelve's big body was. She has hair(?) that was spiked backwards from her head, and her eyes are in four lines up her face. Two eyes where you'd expect them, and then two more above on her forehead, and another two almost to where her hair is. The next set are below the first set, where you'd expect cheekbones. Then another back from those, in front of her ears, and the last set are below those at the back of her jaws. Her mouth is still spiky-teeth filled but now it's not a carnivorous maw. She has the same warm-colored, twelve-point-star pupilled eyes locked on him.
And she's shorter than Five.
Once she's stopped moving, the fabrics are practically flowing with a wind from nowhere where they're dangling off of her form.
"Fight me, boar knight Gyre." She demands, holding her hands out-- She has twelve arms on that tiny body, and they fan out to both of her sides with her palms facing Gyre. It absolutely has the vibes of the multi-armed buddha statues, it's terrifying.
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"You're gonna fight him, right?" She asks, looking over the massive form of the bigger monster. As she asks it, Twelve turns and looks with intensity down at Five. Several seconds pass as the two just stare at each other.
Then, Twelve lets her head loll backwards. It... goes way too far. Her entire body curves backwards and it's like she's doing a slow-motion backflip. The fabrics over her body whip outward in the air as the momentum of her body keeps going.
And then a much, much smaller body leaps forward out of the fabrics. The body is impossibly too small to be Twelve, but she's covered in the same fabrics that Twelve's big body was. She has hair(?) that was spiked backwards from her head, and her eyes are in four lines up her face. Two eyes where you'd expect them, and then two more above on her forehead, and another two almost to where her hair is. The next set are below the first set, where you'd expect cheekbones. Then another back from those, in front of her ears, and the last set are below those at the back of her jaws. Her mouth is still spiky-teeth filled but now it's not a carnivorous maw. She has the same warm-colored, twelve-point-star pupilled eyes locked on him.
And she's shorter than Five.
Once she's stopped moving, the fabrics are practically flowing with a wind from nowhere where they're dangling off of her form.
"Fight me, boar knight Gyre." She demands, holding her hands out-- She has twelve arms on that tiny body, and they fan out to both of her sides with her palms facing Gyre. It absolutely has the vibes of the multi-armed buddha statues, it's terrifying.
And she's smiling.