[She recognized this person. It took her a moment; it had been a few years, and Lucy was terrible at keeping track of her former foster parents. Usually deliberately. But there were a few she actually liked. Byakuren was one of them, and not many people she knew had purple hair, dyed or otherwise.
Lucy appeared, a few scuffing footsteps announcing her otherwise quiet approach. Something hummed in the air--and a wall of something crashed into the viruses, knocking the first ones back and crushing them into the ones behind them.]
Of course I am!
[Lucy's bluntness was perfectly normal. The horns on her head, maybe less so.
Rather than answer Byakuren's next question, she grabbed the woman's wrist and started to tug her back, away. The bugs didn't seem quite able to follow; they never got closer than two meters.]
IV
Lucy appeared, a few scuffing footsteps announcing her otherwise quiet approach. Something hummed in the air--and a wall of something crashed into the viruses, knocking the first ones back and crushing them into the ones behind them.]
Of course I am!
[Lucy's bluntness was perfectly normal. The horns on her head, maybe less so.
Rather than answer Byakuren's next question, she grabbed the woman's wrist and started to tug her back, away. The bugs didn't seem quite able to follow; they never got closer than two meters.]