Makoto had been relying on magik far too much. While she knew that it was strong, she had built up a urge.. A want to strike out with her Dagger. A burst of red and silver wind swirl around her, sending her coat whiping about in protest. Her eyes slowly shut as she concentraited, readying her strength. The winds whipping around her sped up until she seem like a blur of reds and silvers. She lept forward to meet the Leviathan, brave and foolhardy. With a twist of her body, she began to spiral toward it, The colored winds mixing together and streaking toward it, crashing into the Leviathan's body. "Whip Slice!" She shouted as she perform a flip in midair, swinging her dagger as she did so, sending a huge blast of air toward the beast.
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...During a conversation about the body and its immune system, this comes up...
"When you get a fever or a chill, thats essentially your immune system ****ing gunning it as hard as it can while screaming 'KANEEDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
...I don't think I've laughed harder at anything.
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